<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37822" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Growing Old</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What is it to grow old?<br>Is it to lose the glory of the form,<br>The lustre of the eye?<br>Is it for beauty to forego her wreath?<br>Yes, but not for this alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it to feel our strength<br>Not our bloom only, but our strength decay?<br>Is it to feel each limb<br>Grow stiffer, every function less exact,<br>Each nerve more weakly strung?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, this, and more! but not,<br>Ah, 'tis not what in youth we dreamed 'twould be!<br>'Tis not to have our life<br>Mellowed and softened as with sunset-glow,<br>A golden day's decline!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis not to see the world<br>As from a height, with rapt prophetic eyes,<br>And heart profoundly stirred;<br>And weep, and feel the fulness of the past,<br>The years that are no more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is to spend long days<br>And not once feel that we were ever young.<br>It is to add, immured<br>In the hot prison of the present, month<br>To month with weary pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is to suffer this,<br>And feel but half, and feebly, what we feel:<br>Deep in our hidden heart<br>Festers the dull remembrance of a change,<br>But no emotion none.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is last stage of all<br>When we are frozen up within, and quite<br>The phantom of ourselves,<br>To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost<br>Which blamed the living man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Matthew+Arnold">Matthew Arnold</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37822" data-title="Growing Old de Matthew Arnold" data-description="What is it to grow old?/Is it to lose the glory of the form,/The lustre of the eye?/Is it for beauty to forego her wreath?/Yes, but not for this alone./Is it to feel our strength/Not our bloom only, but our strength decay?/Is it to feel each limb/..."></div> </div> </div>

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