To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
BY ROBERT HERRICK, 1648
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Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he’s to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.
ye – the, you
is a-flying – flies
he’s a-getting – he gets
his race – his orbit across the sky
he’s to setting – the sun is setting
But being spent, the worse – men hvis tiden er “brugt/overstået” bliver det værre
and worst times still succeed the former – og de værste tider følger de værre
coy – påtaget genert
may – kan
tarry – blive tilbage (alene)
Source: The Norton Anthology of Poetry Third Edition (1983)https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46546/to-the-virgins-to-make-much-of-time
O Captain! My Captain!
BY WALT WHITMAN
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