YOUTH YOUTH
O happy unown'd youths! your limbs can bear The scorching dog-star and the winter's air, While the rich infant, nurs'd with care and pain, Thirsts with each heat and coughs with every rain! Gay
| work = Trivia. Bk. II. L. 145.
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Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows,
While proudly rising o'er the azure realm
In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes,
Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm.
Gray
| work = Bard. Pt. II, St. 2.
The insect-youth are on the wing,
Eager to taste the honied spring,
And float amid the liquid noon!
Gray
| work = Ode on the Spring. St. 3. L. 5.
Over the trackless past, somewhere,
Lie the lost days of our tropic youth,
Only regained by faith and prayer,
Only recalled by prayer and plaint,
Each lost day has its patron saint!
Bket Hahtb
| work = Lost Galleon. Last stanza.
There is a feeling of Eternity in youth which
makes us amends for everything. To be young
is to be as one of the Immortals.
Hazlitt
| work = Table Talk. The Feeling of Immortality in Youth.
Ah, youth! forever dear, forever kind.
Homer
| work = Iliad. Bk. XLX. L. 303
| note = Pope's trans.
Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they
turn,
Like marigolds, toward the sunny side.
Jean Ingelow
| work = The Four Bridges. St. 56.
All the world's a mass of folly,
Youth is gay, age melancholy:
Youth is spending, age is thrifty,
Mad at twenty, cold at fifty;
Man is nought but folly's slave,
From the cradle to the grave.
W. H. Ireland
| work = Modern Ship of Fools. (Of
the Folly of all the World.)
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| text = <poem>Towering in confidence of twenty-one.
| author = Samuel Johnson
| work = Letter to Bennet Langton.
Jan., 1758,
When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green;
And every goose a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen;
Then hey, for boot and horse, lad,
And round the world away;
Young blood must have its course, lad,
And every dog his day.
Our youth began with tears and sighs,
With seeking what we could not find;
We sought and knew not what we sought;
We marvel, now we look behind:
Life's more amusing than we thought.
Andrew Lang
| work = Ballade of Middle Age.
Flos juvenum (Flos juventutis).
The flower of the young men (the flower of
youth).
Livy. VIII. 8; XXXVII. 12.
Youth comes but once in a lifetime.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Hyperion. Bk. II. Ch. X.
Standing with reluctant feet,
Where the brook and river meet,
Womanhood and childhood fleet!
| author = Longfellow
| work = Maidenhood.
How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams
With its illusions, aspirations, dreams!
Book of Beginnings, Story without End,
Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend!
| author = Longfellow
| work = Morituri Salutamus. L. 66.
In its sublime audacity of faith,
"Be thou removed!" it to the mountain saith,
And with ambitious feet, secure and proud,
Ascends the ladder leaning on the cloud!
| author = Longfellow
| work = Morituri Salutamus.
Youth, that pursuest with such eager pace
Thy even way,
Thou pantest on to win a mournful race:
Tten stay! oh, stay!
Pause and luxuriate in thy sunny plain;
Loiter,
| work = enjoy:
Once past, Thou never wilt come back again,
A second Boy.
Richard Monckton Milnes
| work = Carpe Diem.
'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has
not cropped the roses from your cheek, though
sorrow long has washed them.
Edward Moore
| work = The Gamester. Act' III.
Sc. 4.
The smiles, the tears
Of boyhood's years,
The words of love then spoken.
Moore
| work = Oft in the Stilly Night.
Dissimiles hie vir, et ille puer.
How different from the present man was
the youth of earlier days!
Ovid
| work = Heroides. IX. 24.
The atrocious crime of being a young man.
William Pitt to Walpole. Boswell's lAfeof
Johnson. March 6, 1741.
When the brisk minor pants for twenty-one.
| author = Pope
| work = Epistle I. Bk. 1. L. 38.
We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow;
Our wiser sons, no doubt, will think us so.
| author = Pope
| work = Essay on Criticism.. Pt. II. L. 238.
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| num = | text = <poem>De jeune hermite, vieil diable.
Of a young hermit, an old devil. Rabelais
| work = Pantagruel. Quoted, as a "'proverbe authentique." My salad days;
When I was green in judgment. Antony and Cleopatra. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 73
