[The Old Astronomer to His Pupil]
Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet,
When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
We are working to completion, working on from then to now.
Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete,
Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet,
And remember men will scorn it, 'tis original and true,
And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.
But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn,
You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn,
What for us are all distractions of men's fellowship and smiles;
What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles.
You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,
But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant's fate.
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight;
You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night.
I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known.
You 'have none but me,' you murmur, and I 'leave you quite alone'?
Well then, kiss me, -- since my mother left her blessing on my brow,
There has been a something wanting in my nature until now;
I can dimly comprehend it, -- that I might have been more kind,
Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind.
I 'have never failed in kindness'? No, we lived too high for strife,--
Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life;
But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you still
To the service of our science: you will further it? you will!
There are certain calculations I should like to make with you,
To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true;
And remember, 'Patience, Patience,' is the watchword of a sage,
Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age.
I have sown, like Tycho Brahe, that a greater man may reap;
But if none should do my reaping, 'twill disturb me in my sleep
So be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name;
See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame.
I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak;
Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak:
It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars,--
God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.
Mots clés wisdom science kindness love poetry beauty patience weeping stars poem fame math astronomy humble awe mathematics sight venus goddess taint mars brahe calculations strife tycho-brahe
Shall we mourn here deedless forever a shadow-folk mist-haunting dropping vain tears in the thankless sea
J.R.R. TolkienMots clés sorrow weeping mourning tears mourn
Anyone who has learned the Quran and holds it lovingly in his heart will 'value his nights when people are asleep, his days when people are given to excess, his grief when people are joyful, his weeping when people laugh, his silence when people chatter and his humility when people are arrogant'. In other words every moment of life will be precious to him, and he should therefore be 'gentle', never harsh nor quarrelsome, 'nor one who makes a clamour in the market nor one who is quick to anger'.
Ibn Mas'udMots clés people god silence sleep weeping joy night chatter anger grief islam quran laugh quarrelsome
He needed so much to weep. All the distrust of life which misfortunes had brought to the little Värmland boy needed tears to wash it away. Distrust that love and joy, beauty and strength blossomed on the earth, distrust in himself, all must go, all did go, for it was Easter; the dead lived and the Spirit of Fasting would never again come into power.
Selma LagerlöfMots clés weeping trust fasting
You would think there's a natural limit to tears: only so much the body can give at one sitting before it runs dry.
Janice GallowayMots clés weeping crying tears
...a passing face together with his grief turned you into a weeping Madonna...
John GeddesMots clés poetry weeping dark grief madonna
...I gave you painted air - tears I couldn't weep - truths I couldn't speak - all the words that caught in my throat...
John GeddesMots clés words weeping tears truths unspoken-words
...the secret to writing is to get your own pain - shout it out till it hurts your throat - weep it into your pillow - then write it down ...
John GeddesMots clés weeping writing-process writing-from-the-heart emotional-pain writing-secrets
There is a certain pleasure in weeping
OvidMots clés sorrow weeping pleasure-and-pain
My life has become a dismal sigh fettered by pangs of grief and anguished weeping.
Richelle E. GoodrichMots clés weeping grief unhappiness resignation defeat hopelessness giving-up richelle discouragement richelle-goodrich
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