Representative Poetry Online
On this day: July 29th
Random Poem of the Day
2And should you thousand ages try
3The life you've taken to supply,
4 You could not do it.
5You surely must have been devoid
6Of thought and sense, to have destroy'd
7A thing which no way you annoy'd --
8 You'll one day rue it.
9Twas but a fly perhaps you'll say,
10That's born in April, dies in May;
11That does but just learn to display
12 His wings one minute,
13And in the next is vanish'd quite.
14A bird devours it in his flight --
15Or come a cold blast in the night,
16 There's no breath in it.
17The bird but seeks his proper food --
18And Providence, whose power endu'd
19That fly with life, when it thinks good,
20 May justly take it.
21But you have no excuses for't --
22A life by Nature made so short,
23Less reason is that you for sport
24 Should shorter make it.
25A fly a little thing you rate --
26But, Robert do not estimate
27A creature's pain by small or great;
28 The greatest being
29Can have but fibres, nerves, and flesh,
30And these the smallest ones possess,
31Although their frame and structure less
32 Escape our seeing.
1] Lucas attributes this poem questionably to Mary Lamb (496). Back to Line