Today’s Quote Of The Day — Thursday, April 20th, 2023

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Today’s quote of the day (Thursday, April 20th, 2023).

“You miss 100 percent of the shots you don’t take.” — Wayne Gretzky

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Thursday’s quote of the day for work

Today’s quote of the day for work.

“If you want to make your dreams come true, the first thing you have to do is wake up.” — J.M. Power

Positive Thursday quote of the day

Positive quotes of the day.

“In the middle of every difficulty lies opportunity.” — Albert Einstein

Inspirational Thursday quote of the day

Inspirational quote of the day for today.

“Optimism is the foundation of courage.” — Nicholas Murray Butler

Funny quote of the day for Thursday

Today’s funny quote of the day.

“I never forget a face, but in your case, I’ll be glad to make an exception.” — Groucho Marx

Quote for today about life

Quote for the day about life.

“The difficulty in life is the choice.” — George A. Moore

Quote for today about love

Quote for today about love.

“The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.” — Gilbert K. Chesterton

Short quote of the day for Thursday

Short quote of the day for today (Thursday, April 20th, 2023).

“Failure is an event, never a person.” — William D. Brown

Poem of the day — Thursday, April 20th, 2023

Author: Matthew Arnold

Title: The Youth Of Nature

Rais’d are the dripping oars

Silent the boat: the lake,

Lovely and soft as a dream,

Swims in the sheen of the moon.

The mountains stand at its head

Clear in the pure June night,

But the valleys are flooded with haze.

Rydal and Fairfield are there;

In the shadow Wordsworth lies dead.

So it is, so it will be for aye.

Nature is fresh as of old,

Is lovely: a mortal is dead.

The spots which recall him survive,

For he lent a new life to these hills.

The Pillar still broods o’er the fields

Which border Ennerdale Lake,

And Egremont sleeps by the sea.

The gleam of The Evening Star

Twinkles on Grasmere no more,

But ruin’d and solemn and grey

The sheepfold of Michael survives,

And far to the south, the heath

Still blows in the Quantock coombs,

By the favourite waters of Ruth.

These survive: yet not without pain,

Pain and dejection to-night,

Can I feel that their Poet is gone.

He grew old in an age he condemn’d.

He look’d on the rushing decay

Of the times which had shelter’d his youth.

Felt the dissolving throes

Of a social order he lov’d.

Outliv’d his brethren, his peers.

And, like the Theban seer,

Died in his enemies’ day.

Cold bubbled the spring of Tilphusa,

Copais lay bright in the moon;

Helicon glass’d in the lake

Its firs, and afar, rose the peaks

Of Parnassus, snowily clear:

Thebes was behind him in flames,

And the clang of arms in his ear,

When his awe-struck captors led

The Theban seer to the spring.

Tiresias drank and died.

Nor did reviving Thebes

See such a prophet again.

Well may we mourn, when the head

Of a sacred poet lies low

In an age which can rear them no more.

The complaining millions of men

Darken in labour and pain;

But he was a priest to us all

Of the wonder and bloom of the world,

Which we saw with his eyes, and were glad.

He is dead, and the fruit-bearing day

Of his race is past on the earth;

And darkness returns to our eyes.

For oh, is it you, is it you,

Moonlight, and shadow, and lake,

And mountains, that fill us with joy,

Or the Poet who sings you so well

Is it you, O Beauty, O Grace,

O Charm, O Romance, that we feel,

Or the voice which reveals what you are?

Are ye, like daylight and sun,

Shar’d and rejoic’d in by all?

Or are ye immers’d in the mass

Of matter, and hard to extract,

Or sunk at the core of the world

Too deep for the most to discern

Like stars in the deep of the sky,

Which arise on the glass of the sage,

But are lost when their watcher is gone.

They are here’ I heard, as men heard

In Mysian Ida the voice

Of the Mighty Mother, or Crete,

The murmur of Nature reply

‘Loveliness, Magic, and Grace,

They are here they are set in the world

They abide and the finest of souls

Has not been thrill’d by them all,

Nor the dullest been dead to them quite.

The poet who sings them may die,

But they are immortal, and live,

For they are the life of the world.

Will ye not learn it, and know,

When ye mourn that a poet is dead,

That the singer was less than his themes,

Life, and Emotion, and I?

‘More than the singer are these.

Weak is the tremor of pain

That thrills in his mournfullest chord

To that which once ran through his soul.

Cold the elation of joy

In his gladdest, airiest song,

To that which of old in his youth

Fill’d him and made him divine.

Hardly his voice at its best

Gives us a sense of the awe,

The vastness, the grandeur, the gloom

Of the unlit gulph of himself.

‘Ye know not yourselves and your bards,

The clearest, the best, who have read

Most in themselves, have beheld

Less than they left unreveal’d.

Ye express not yourselves can ye make

With marble, with colour, with word,

What charm’d you in others re-live?

Can thy pencil, O Artist, restore

The figure, the bloom of thy love,

As she was in her morning of spring?

Canst thou paint the ineffable smile

Of her eyes as they rested on thine?

Can the image of life have the glow,

The motion of life itself

‘Yourselves and your fellows ye know not and me

The Mateless, the One, will ye know?

Will ye scan me, and read me, and tell

Of the thoughts that ferment in my breast,

My longing, my sadness, my joy?

Will ye claim for your great ones the gift

To have render’d the gleam of my skies,

To have echoed the moan of my seas,

Utter’d the voice of my hills?

When your great ones depart, will ye say

All things have suffer’d a loss

Nature is hid in their grave?

‘Race after race, man after man,

Have dream’d that my secret was theirs,

Have thought that I liv’d but for them,

That they were my glory and joy.

They are dust, they are chang’d, they are gone.

I remain.’

See Also:

Today’s Quote Of The Day — Wednesday, April 19th, 2023

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