Lord John Wilmot

(1647 - 1680 / Oxfordshire / England)

All My Past Life... - Poem by Lord John Wilmot

All my past life is mine no more,
The flying hours are gone,
Like transitory dreams given o'er,
Whose images are kept in store
By memory alone.

What ever is to come is not,
How can it then be mine?
The present moment's all my lot,
And that as fast as it is got,
Phyllis, is wholly thine.

Then talk not of inconstancy,
False hearts, and broken vows,
Ii, by miracle, can be,
This live-long minute true to thee,
'Tis all that heaven allows.

Comments about All My Past Life... by Lord John Wilmot

  • Gold Star - 9,403 Points Charity Nduhiu (8/25/2015 1:50:00 AM)

    Such an inspiring poem. I like. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Claire Coppin (6/9/2005 1:41:00 PM)

    The last line is the title of a Douglas Sirk film, which was remade recently as 'Far from Heaven'. The author is portrayed by Johny Depp in the film 'The Libertine', unreleased as of this writing, but there is talk of Oscar fro Depp. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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