This Famine Has A Sharp And Meagre Face; 'Tis Death In An Undress
Of Skin And Bone, Where Age And Youth, Their Landmark Ta'en Away,
Look All One Common Sorrow.
This famine has a sharp and meagre face; 'Tis death in an undress
of skin and bone, Where age and youth, their landmark ta'en away,
Look all one common sorrow.
-- Dryden
YESTERDAY, n. The infancy of youth, the youth of manhood, the entire
past of age.
But yesterday I should have thought me blest
To stand high-pinnacled upon the peak
Of middle life and look adown the bleak
And unfamiliar foreslope to the West,
Where solemn shadows all the land invest
And stilly voices, half-remembered, speak
Unfinished prophecy, and witch-fires freak
The haunted twilight of the Dark of Rest....
