In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.
The passionate heart of the poet is whirled into folly and vice.
Attain the unattainable.
Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.
A classic lecture, rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long, That on the stretched forefinger of all Time Sparkle for ever.
Not once or twice in our rough island story, The path of duty was the way to glory.