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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355521" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thirty-Eight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN early youth's unclouded scene,<br>The brilliant morning of eighteen,<br>With health and sprightly joy elate<br>We gazed on life's enchanting spring ,<br>Nor thought how quickly time would bring<br>The mournful period--Thirty-eight.<br>Then the starch maid, or matron sage,<br>Already at the sober age,<br>We view'd with mingled scorn and hate;<br>In whose sharp words, or sharper face,<br>With thoughtless mirth we loved to trace<br>The sad effects of--Thirty-eight.<br>Till saddening, sickening at the view<br>We learn'd to dread what Time might do;<br>And then preferr'd a prayer to Fate<br>To end our days ere that arrived;<br>When (power and pleasure long survived)<br>We met neglect and--Thirty-eight.<br>But time, in spite of wishes, flies<br>And Fate our simple prayer denies,<br>And bids us death's own hour await:<br>The auburn locks are mix'd with grey,<br>The transient roses fade away,<br>But reason comes at--Thirty-eight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her voice the anguish contradicts<br>That dying vanity inflicts;<br>Her hand new pleasures can create,<br>For us she opens to the view<br>Prospects less bright--but far more true,<br>And bids us smile at--Thirty-eight.<br>No more shall scandal's breath destroy<br>The social converse we enjoy<br>With bard or critic tete a tete;--<br>O'er youth's bright blooms her blights shall pour,<br>But spare the improving friendly hour<br>That science gives to --Thirty-eight.<br>Stripp'd of their gaudy hues by Truth,<br>We view the glitt'ring toys of youth,<br>And blush to think how poor the bait<br>For which to public scenes we ran<br>And scorn'd of sober sense the plan<br>Which gives content at--Thirty-eight.<br>Though Time's inexorable sway<br>Has torn the myrtle bands away,<br>For other wreaths 'tis not too late,<br>The amaranth's purple glow survives,<br>And still Minerva's olive lives<br>On the calm brow of--Thirty-eight.<br>With eye more steady we engage<br>To contemplate approaching age,<br>And life more justly estimate;<br>With firmer souls, and stronger powers,<br>With reason, faith, and friendship ours,<br>We'll not regret the stealing hours<br>That lead from Thirty--even to Forty-eight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charlotte+Smith">Charlotte Smith</a><div class=q>
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The brilliant morning of eighteen,
With health and sprightly joy elate
We gazed on life's enchanting spring ,
Nor thought how quickly time would bring
The mournful period--Thirty-eight.
Then the starch maid, or ma..."></div>
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