JCD at http://nightdeposits.blogspot.com/ made me wonder where the phrase "so many men/women/books/etc., so little time" originated. This was not an easy search, but I think I may have found it, as well as some others by Tennyson.
So many worlds, so much to do,
So little done, such things to be,
How know I what had need of thee,
For thou wert strong as thou wert true?
Don't walk behind me; I may not lead.
Don't walk in front of me;
I may not follow.
Just walk beside me and be my friend.
I hold it true, whatever befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
Men may rise on stepping-stones of their dead selves to higher things.
There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds.
I am a part of all that I have met.
No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.
Theirs is not to make reply:
Theirs is not to reason why:
Theirs is but to do and die.
My strength has the strength of ten because my heart is pure.
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Indeed there's so much to see and so little time. Just last week, I was thinking that it shouldn't be hard to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro. http://www.mtkilimanjarologue.com/
ReplyDeleteAs to our fleeting lives, "Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last."
That would be quite the adventure. The climate, altitude, and physical stamina needed would deter me. I hope you do it, if you want to!
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