THIS day, Time winds th' exhausted chain;
To run the twelvemonth's length again:
I see, the old bald-pated fellow,
With ardent eyes, complexion sallow,
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'Let us th'important now employ And live as those who never die'. Generous idea-poem, impeccably rhymed and just long enough. Cynicism's' near-unanswerable retort: remedying times tedium with wholesome acts. No wonder he lives. MM
So beautiful poem on a new year eve which magnificently created by the great poet and every word is so great.
Renewing the year is what we do every-time! Three days only left for this year to come to an end All turn back to the year from January on to December And make a stock what all have been done so far...! This year we had hottest days and heaviest rains finally With a pause for the new year to start after two days Kindling thoughts on celebration with friends on a fete! Happiest and saddest days have we seen in this year Not only enjoying all pleasures but also all pains in life Giving us the notion that combination of both is life ever! It's only old wine in a new bottle that we taste every-year Sans knowing that the content of life is the same but only The dresses we wear are new and there's nothing new ever! Renewing the year with a new beginning we proceed with yet Another year fresh from January to December with all seasons!
how could be poems written so long ago are so beautiful... poets of long ago has very good imaginations... I am impress I wish their soul will come to me and I will write what they want me too
a historical epic that suggests that the passage of time is a mysterious phenomenon what the poem describes is the suspense of the new year and all the possibilities of the future
A fantastic sketch of the new year has been portrayed. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.
The passing moment's all we rest on! Rest on—for what? what do we here? Or why regard the passing year? Will Time, amus'd with proverb'd lore, Add to our date one minute more? .............Superb, Thought provoking....
That future life in worlds unknown Must take its hue from this alone; Whether as heavenly glory bright, Or dark as Misery's woeful night. and thous a new year is born, with fear and hope