The longer life the more offence,

The longer life the more offence, The more offence the greater pain, The greater pain the less defense, The less defense the lesser gain.	No Enemies You have no enemies, you say? Alas my friend, the boast is poor, He who has mingled in the fray Of duty, that the brave endure, Must have made foes! If you have none, Small is the work that you have done. You’ve hit no traitor on the hip, You’ve dashed no cup from perjured lip, You’ve never turned the wrong to right, You’ve been a coward in the fight.
Twilight by G. G. Byron It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale’s high note is heard; It is the hour when lovers vows Seem sweet in every whisper’d word; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the waves is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure So softly dark, and darkly pure, Which follows the decline of day As twilight melts beneath the moon away.	The Rainy Day The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall; But at every gust the dead leaves fall. And the day is dark and dreary; My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast. And the days are dark and dreary. Be still sad heart! And cease repining Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all Into each life some rain must fall. Some days must be dark and dreary.
When I was One and Twenty When I was one and twenty I heard a wise man say, “Give crowns, and pounds, and guineas, But not your heart away. Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free”. But I was one and twenty No use to talk to me. When I was one and twenty I heard him say again, “The heart out of the bosom Is never given in vain. ‘Tis paid with sighs of plenty And sold for endless rue”. And I am two and twenty And oh, ‘tis true, ‘tis true.	Remember me Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann’d. Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.

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