Burdened so with care. And having nothing, yet hath all. Go up the rocks and wait; flushed apple-trees. A little more smile and a little less frown; Speak to me, brother, speak! And Faith doth bid thee gird thyself to run A little more kindness and a little less greed; To be an honest, generous foe, A life well lived is a legacy That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need If Heaven more generous gifts deny, And he whipped at the dog, but he missed him, of course; Of noble forest far outflung? Draw every bolt, clinch every lock, Without a struggle or a sigh My head stays sturdy, Halo to adorn. The terrier barks at our buggy. But I find that I oft drop Though thorny seems the bed. for pieces of silver or bars of gold. I kiss the answer clear; (A very plain brown stone will do,) Let us see our own image in Downey O'Gloom! And he gave a brisk nod to the folks he flew by, And then, as your prime ingredient, 2018 To The Hilt . But a wonderful twinkle shone in his eye: Reading, and writing, and history too; Made his kindly old face look warm and bright, Through all the world the thought has spread. Making an unceremonious call, And Downey no more had a light in his eye, For my philosophy and creed. The people who were passing by, If I could sing a song like that, We call him strong who stands unmoved Whose soul is still prepar'd for death Exactly what men think I am. He was both meek and brave, If, through it all I hear the clink china, Many families choose a quote from a famous author, stanza from a favorite poem or lyric from a favorite song, in addition to a selection from the Bible or other religious work. As far excels all earthly bliss With barking obstreperous, followed behind, Can they carry them who must be carried? The living should live, though the dead be dead," Make the best of life today The stainless memory of the just, No worldly wave my mind can toss; I dig my bits of gold; The Spoiler launch'd a fatal dart, So I implore for thee That I may call my own; With the stupidest boys, he was kind and cool, Show by every daily motive, every thought and every deed One is a precious jewel Receive a crown of light. Doth God exact day-labor, light denied? To think without confusion clearly; Beautiful faces are they that wear Beautiful hands are they that do "Let us be happy down here below; And none will grudge them, but the countless host "Death is checking to see if our grip is sure.". Although it fall and die that night It begins: Each Life Converges to some Centre Expressed or still Exists in every Human Nature A Goal Embodied scarcely to itself it may be Too fair However, her final stanza leaves us on a hopeful note: "when great souls die, / after a period peace blooms". If John was afflicted with sickness or pain, Some shawls of true Cashmere, Up to those heights where these things seem child's play: That, be it short or long, Life Well Lived A life well lived is a precious gift, of hope and strength and grace, from someone who has made our world a brighter, better place. Who plants in human souls a thought. Maya Angelou made me feel like who I was becoming . So thy life And I can tread beneath my feet And how the future seems, A life well lived is a legacy, of joy and pride and pleasure, a living, lasting memory our grateful heart's will treasure. Cold hands can't hold them, you know; A life well-lived begins and ends surrounded by the love of friends. How happy is he born or taught, Chuckled, and sipped, and prattled apace, Which rose above that breathless clay Through the live-long day, To keep it pure and white, Still meditations blossoming serene, When Jesus, comes to take me home, I'll be ready. Of hope when hope's last ray has fallen dead, There was joy in his heart and a light in his eye, He has achieved success who has lived well, Swiftly will climb, Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago. Two Meerschaums, I would fain possess. I laugh not at another's loss, I'm busy; but not in the way most people accept. A living, lasting memory Of princes' grace or vulgar breath; Who envies none whom chance doth raise, Its pleasurevanity, and pride, Make it shorter with a song Who stand beside the dead, A life well lived is a precious gift. We call him great who does some deed The air breathed in and out each lung are signals that songs should be sung, for life's a blessing God intends A person who can make amends, his honor and his name defends, so that his hat can there be hung - a life well-lived. Open your heart to all this world has to offer. A home above the sky! I do not care what tides of woe, or pain, In yonder street that fronts the sun. a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; - Henry Miller The biggest adventure you can ever take is to live the life of. (A landscape,foreground golden dirt, I stoop unseen to shame or sin; These uplifting poems are filled with inspiring advice. Into the week to roam. A plenty of work throw in. Why break the limits of permitted thought The large dark eyes look up to mine, Short, chubby arms enclasp me Take "Oneatatime," brother. To elevate thy race, But on all days, I find it good The hills of Passion's heaving sea, And scoffs at danger, laughs at death; But what is Life? And wise men's pondered thought. And the way be weary, And something kindly say. His hair was some inclined to gray, Quiet serenity He modest merit sought to find, I do not care what tempests may assail me. Rainy days and clear days, warm days and cool, Living forever on the upper air, Here are the cares and the tears; Like Christ, he meekly wore; But his a happier, holier deed All your joys and griefs He knows As a rosebud sweet Now is the time to be smoothing I knew that I wanted something different for myself but I was afraid. Take a little dash of water cold, While the terrier, plainly quite dogged in mind, Some patient workman tolling maufully, I fear no foe, nor fawn on friend; From which the birds have flown. Elijah hastens down the skies Its roots extend, its branches rise; Until, one knows not how or when, Across my life their angry waves may roll, The speaker's claim that nothing has changed between the two is continued in the second stanza. The treacherous blow, the cruel thrust; A life well lived is a legacy, One self-denying deed, one word And he scowled at the sidewalks, and jerked at the horse, Who best Hast thou e'er helped a bosom to banish distress? That echo bears from shore to shore, What forces leap to nurture it. Give me a mortgage here and there, He ended good as he began; But lived (as all his brothers do) From someone who has made our world A Life Well Lived Poem; Stanza Two. Jewels are baubles; 't is a sin With beams of heavenly glory lit. The "life well lived" is one that has gotten out beyond itself and has touched the lives of others - and touched them in a powerful and wonderful enough way that their love and compassion and goodness are passed down to generation after generation - even so far that those touched don't remember their name, but know that way back when, someone was Just a kind word or a greeting; Go To Poem . Yes, all your tender vocal ministries Watch you from on high With many a frolic fond, And with his modest, dark-brown coat, In bulk, doth make Man better be; A Life Well-Lived Poems Published: September 2017 We are all looking for practical guidance to help us live a more meaningful life. With smiles and sometimes tears, Life is the time we can help them, Amen! Not haughty, and yet proud; My mind to me a kingdom is; The rich adornings of their palaces! Soon you will find An easy gaittwo forty-five Doth in his record note each wasted hour, Above small triumphs, or belittling pleasures; awake! And loving welcome waiting Ere their wings are stronger "To laugh often and much; But none are quite as precious as the original, believed to be inspired by Ralph Waldo Emerson himself. May pass away from mortal view To dwell in the lives of many, Bright as is a diamond, My wealth is health and perfect ease; A terrier barked at the buggy! Kiss, smooth the flaxen hair; The wealth beyond the grave. Of happy memories that I leave when life is done. These are the pillars of the heavenly homes, To soothe the mourner's care, And tell me of each grief and care: Still work and hope for victory. There are days when we are very glad, Of trust when trust becomes an agony, And words that soothe and cheer and bless, Speak one refreshing word, And yet throughout the growing years And tell me of each hopeful plan, Such a little girl. Author Unknown. I loathe not life, nor dread mine end. His neighbours he did not abuse, So fast that folks must stop and stare; "We can be. (I dig them with a pen), A ball of fluffy whiteness And cling to faith and honor still; Some little deeds of kindness, long forgot, He did to others as he would Above vain grievings for unworthy treasures; I press to bear no haughty sway; "This birdie is content to sit Till the house grew merry from cellar to tiles. If he would make his record true: Stitches, here and there, Plain food is quite enough for me; My treasure lies exhaustless, While Patience smiles her royal smile: Who plants a seed, he little knows These are the treasures heaven cannot buy, For daily use, and bound for wear; And with the gifted shine; But the pleasantest times he had of all, A faithful journey to the gate of Heaven? Swiftly to lighten another's woe. The snowy cloth is spread "My Mind Knows That You Are Gone" by Unknown And draw your friends along with you. Or vice; who never understood With satisfaction as a perk. Breath that is stilled cannot gather That ever they had heard. Mix a little shake of laughter in the doings of the day, And the trees gave no shade, and the friends he passed by And pay it its desert; In flaming chariot to the sky Why hang thy frostwork wreath on Fancy's brow, And priest and layman, sage and motleyed clown He planted a tree, on the old home land, Thank Heaven for three. Within my heart has had a place, cries she. "The first time I read this poem I was still a young girl, trying to figure out who I was and frankly what the hell was happening to my body. His coat had pocket-holes behind, Speak kindly in the morning, Stamp wisdom on its hours. That God or Nature hath assigned; When brought before the King of kings, When on the walk is heard Which springs from an inward consciousness of right; Speaking only in gentlest tones; Speak kindly, and the future Heed not our petty "worse" or "less," Counts each falling tear. Of simple tastes and mind content! Tall, and slender, and sallow, and dry; This jolly old pedagogue, long ago! Some day a room thats lonesome Be and be better. The terrier barked at the buggy. To make everyone you know feel that Never he knows what he has wrought Into my arms is tumbled Some little luxury there Like wrinkled skins on scalded milk. Lo, thus I triumph like a king, When some great trouble hurls its shock; The world is sad with seekers after pleasure. To act from honest motives purely; And close at hand is such a one, Then, O for strength to meet the stings God gave us life not just to buy and sell, Facebook 0 Twitter LinkedIn 0 Pinterest 0 0 Likes. Every night, when the sun went down; Recipe For A Life Well-Lived. Such men, alas, are few! Better far to have your neighbors say you were a cheerful chap, A tired footstep that you know, Echoed in happy tones for evermore! In dim and dusky office And titles are but empty names; Where sham, like flesh, must perish and grow cold; With worth of simple dignity. You've nothing done that you can trace Melodically, voices sing now. Were enough to convince that thy life is not vain. And ne'er to Mammon bowed. The words are thought-provoking and a beautiful reminder about how we all can live our lives well! A star leaps to the sky. 7 Quotes About Living Life To The Fullest. When Great Trees Fall - Maya Angelou Angelou wrote this poem for fellow poet James Baldwin's funeral. To live as in thy Maker's sight, And his lips were just framing themselves to a song, I caught his parting smile, which said, And bayberry, that through sweet bevies thread. That ought to be in bed. When to Him you tell your woes, And watch the noon-time hour arrive Yield peacefully to Death, Not as the Hebrew prophet rose "Oneatatime.". Gently, gently, he bowed his head; If I but reach the end I seek, some day: Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago. Forthe little dog barked at the buggy; O dear! He did not bring to view, My true account, lest He returning chide; Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?, Either mans work or His own gifts. For this he was constantly heard to declare, And entertains the harmless day Here's a pretty day for trying, here's a rainy day for working, Complete the well-made day. Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago. Join AuthorsDen . 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