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La tasse de vie (Ode) by keatsImnot THE CUP OF LIFE IS EVER FULL
BUT PEOPLE THIRST THEIR LIVES SO DULL
FOR ME TO TASTE THAT LIQUER FINE
TO IMBIBE DEEP THAT SWEETEST WINE
TO QUENCH MY THIRST TO QUELL THE FIRE
IT IS MY JOY MY ONE DESIRE
OUR LIFE FLIES FAST OUR TIME SO SHORT
FOR MOST AMBITIONS COME TO NOUGHT
WE LIKE TO DREAM BUT SELDOM TRY
WE WATCH THAT CLOCK GO TICKING BY
SO TAKE THAT CUP AND DRINK YOUR FILL
WHILE YOU ARE YOUNG AND HEALTHY STILL
IN YEARS TO COME TO SATISFY
YOU'LL GRAB THAT CUP AND FIND IT DRY
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Posted: July 25, 2002 5:40 AM PDT; Last modified: July 25, 2002 5:40 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.9444447 Overall Rank: 9004 Comments:
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Amelia @ 198.146.142.174
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25-Jul-02/8:06 AM
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WoW! This is good!
Keats you are not. Try again, this time w/o caps.
poetandknowit, lack of capitalisation doth not a poem make. This poem does well with a tired form and subject matter.
short/naught?
why the allcaps? 138 view(s)
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