Early Death And Fame

By Matthew Arnold

For him who must see many years, I praise the life which slips away Out of the light and mutely; which avoids Fame, and her less fair followers, envy, strife, Stupid detraction, jealousy, cabal, Insincere praises; which descends The quiet mossy track to age. But, when immature death Beckons too early the guest From the half-tried banquet of life, Young, in the bloom of his days; Leaves no leisure to press, Slow and surely, the sweets Of a tranquil life in the shade; Fuller for him be the hours! Give him emotion, though pain! Let him live, let him feel: I have lived! Heap up his moments with life, Triple his pulses with fame!

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