Musa Burschicosa A Book of Songs for Students and University Men. By John Stuart Blackie |
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COME, CLEAR UP YOUR BROWS! |
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COME, CLEAR UP YOUR BROWS!
Come, clear up your brows, and be mellow,
This hard-faced endeavour forego,
Make Pleasure of Labour the fellow,
Not thorns without roses should grow!
This hard-faced endeavour forego,
Make Pleasure of Labour the fellow,
Not thorns without roses should grow!
Why wilt thou be climbing and toiling,
Through regions of frost and of snow,
Despising the sweet flower that smiling
Begems the green meadow below?
Through regions of frost and of snow,
Despising the sweet flower that smiling
Begems the green meadow below?
O let not proud fancies deceive thee,
That point to far peaks capped with snow;
Our joys, like the bright flowers, believe me,
The loveliest lowliest grow.
That point to far peaks capped with snow;
Our joys, like the bright flowers, believe me,
The loveliest lowliest grow.
The Titans of old heaven-scaling
Assailed with proud engines the sky;
But Jove, with strong thunder prevailing,
Down hurled them to hell, where they lie.
Assailed with proud engines the sky;
But Jove, with strong thunder prevailing,
Down hurled them to hell, where they lie.
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Then cease from your limitless scheming,
The wisdom of life understand,
While fools ride the air in their dreaming,
Death dashes life's bowl from their hand!
The wisdom of life understand,
While fools ride the air in their dreaming,
Death dashes life's bowl from their hand!
And spurn not the sweet spirit-soother,
But learn the fine art to be gay;
Wise Socrates, Solon, and Luther,
Were jolly old boys in their day!
But learn the fine art to be gay;
Wise Socrates, Solon, and Luther,
Were jolly old boys in their day!
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