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CARPE DIEM (Horace)_________________
Original usage from Odes 1.11, in Latin and English: (source: wikipedia)
Tu ne quaesieris, scire nefas, quem mihi, quem tibi/ Don't ask (it's forbidden to know) what end
finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios / the gods have granted to me or you, Leuconoe. Don't play with Babylonian
temptaris numeros. ut melius, quidquid erit, pati / fortune-telling either. How much better it is to endure whatever will be!
seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam / Whether Jupiter has allotted to sink you many more winters or this final one
quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare Tyrrhenum / which even now wears out the Tyrrhenian sea on the rocks placed opposite
sapias, vina liques et spatio brevi/ — be wise, be truthful, strain the wine, and scale back your long hopes
spem longam reseces. dum loquimur, fugerit invida/ to a short period. While we speak, envious time will have {already} fled
aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero. /Seizes the day, trusting as little as possible in the next day.
O CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN - a poem by Walt Whitman_______________________
O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
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