www.dilipkumar.in

Home

Global Threats

Travel

India

Legends

Info

Articles

About Us

Time-- By - Milton
31 Jan 2009, Comments: | Views: 1778 | | Category: Poems

Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,
Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace;
And glut thy self with what thy womb devours,
Which is no more than what is false and vain,
And merely mortal dross;
So little is our loss,
So little is thy gain.
For when as each thing bad thou hast entomb’d,
And last of all, thy greedy self consum’d,
Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss
With an individual kiss;
And Joy shall overtake us as a flood,
When every thing that is sincerely good
And perfectly divine,
With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shine

About the supreme Throne
Of him, t’whose happy-making sight alone,
When once our heav’nly guided soul shall clime,
Then all this Earthy grossnes quit,
Attir’d with Stars, we shall for ever sit,
Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O Time.

Home Page

Latest Musings...

list
Layman Lessons From Bhagavad Gita received good response
Launch of New Book in Layman Series: Layman Lessons From Bhagavad Gita
Free Kindle Book upto 26th August: Layman Lessons From Simple Tales and Fables

You might also like..

Poems

list
Time-- By - Milton
The Human Abstract --By- William Blake
The Divine Image-- By- William Blake
The Wild Swans at Coole-- By-W.B.Yeats
Tress By- Emily Dickinson
BLOOD!!! By Kamala Das

Share This Page

  • © 2009-25 Aruna
    • Privacy Policy |
    • Send Message To The Web Team |
    • Design by Dilip Kumar