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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512912" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Youth And Age</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Verse, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying,<br>Where HOPE clung feeding, like a bee--<br>Both were mine ! Life went a-maying<br> With NATURE, HOPE, and POESY,<br> [Image][Image]When I was young !</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was young ?--Ah, woful WHEN !<br>Ah ! for the Change 'twixt Now and Then !<br>This breathing House not built with hands,<br>This body that does me grievous wrong,<br>O'er æry Cliffs and glittering Sands,<br>How lightly then it flashed along :--<br>Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore,<br>On winding lakes and rivers wide,<br>That ask no aid of Sail or Oar,<br>That fear no spite of Wind or Tide !<br>Nought cared this Body for wind or weather<br>When YOUTH and I lived in't together.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">FLOWERS are lovely ; LOVE is flower-like ;<br>FRIENDSHIP is a sheltering tree ;<br>O ! the Joys, that came down shower-like,<br>Of FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, and LIBERTY,<br> [Image] [Image] [Image] [Image] Ere I was old !</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ere I was old ? Ah woful ERE,<br>Which tells me, YOUTH'S no longer here !<br>O YOUTH ! for years so many and sweet,<br>'Tis known, that Thou and I were one,<br>I'll think it but a fond conceit--<br>It cannot be that Thou art gone !<br>Thy Vesper-bell hath not yet toll'd :--<br>And thou wert aye a Masker bold !<br>What strange Disguise hast now put on,<br>To make believe, that thou art gone ?<br>I see these Locks in silvery slips,<br>This drooping Gait, this altered Size :<br>But SPRINGTIDE blossoms on thy Lips,<br>And Tears take sunshine from thine eyes !<br>Life is but Thought : so think I will<br>That YOUTH and I are House-mates still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dew-drops are the gems of morning,<br>But the tears of mournful eve !<br>Where no hope is, life's a warning<br>That only serves to make us grieve,<br> [Image][Image]When we are old :</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That only serves to make us grieve<br>With oft and tedious taking-leave,<br>Like some poor nigh-related guest,<br>That may not rudely be dismist ;<br>Yet hath outstay'd his welcome while,<br>And tells the jest without the smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Samuel+Taylor+Coleridge">Samuel Taylor Coleridge</a><div class=q>
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Where HOPE clung feeding, like a bee--
Both were mine ! Life went a-maying
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When I was young ?--Ah, woful WHEN !
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