
“We are born sad and we die sad, but meanwhile we love bodies whose sad beauty is a miracle.”
Poems and Ballads (1866-89), The Triumph of Time
Context: The loves and hours of the life of a man,
They are swift and sad, being born of the sea.
Hours that rejoice and regret for a span,
Born with a man's breath, mortal as he;
Loves that are lost ere they come to birth,
Weeds of the wave, without fruit upon earth.
I lose what I long for, save what I can,
My love, my love, and no love for me!
“We are born sad and we die sad, but meanwhile we love bodies whose sad beauty is a miracle.”
"Big Day Little Boat" on Edie Brickell & New Bohemians : Ultimate Collection (2002)
"I Would Live in Your Love"
Helen of Troy and Other Poems (1911)
“Is not man born with a love of change”
an Englishman to be discontented — an Anglo-Indian to grumble?
Goa, and The Blue Mountains; or, Six Months of Sick Leave (1851)
“… I started to die 36 hours before I was born, so dying was a way of life for me.”
"Penitence and Social Progress" World Tomorrow 15 (May, 1932)