Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Resolve and thou art free.
The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.
Life is real Life is earnest And death is not its goal. Dust thou art, to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul.
Life is real life is earnest And the grave is not its goal Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Therefore to thee the laurel-leaves belong,
To thee our love and our allegiance,
For thy allegiance to the poet's art.
For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories