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... Youth Cannot live together : Youth is full of pleasance , Age is full of care ; Youth like summer morn , Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave , 10 Age like winter bare ; Youth is full of 20 THE GOLDEN TREASURY.
... Youth Cannot live together : Youth is full of pleasance , Age is full of care ; Youth like summer morn , Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave , 10 Age like winter bare ; Youth is full of 20 THE GOLDEN TREASURY.
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... Youth is nimble , Age is lame ; Youth is hot and bold , Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild , and Age is tame : - Age , I do abhor thee , Youth , I do adore thee ; O ! my Love , my Love is young . Age , I do defy thee- O sweet shepherd ...
... Youth is nimble , Age is lame ; Youth is hot and bold , Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild , and Age is tame : - Age , I do abhor thee , Youth , I do adore thee ; O ! my Love , my Love is young . Age , I do defy thee- O sweet shepherd ...
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... youth unmeet , Youth so apt to pluck a sweet . Do not call it sin in me That I am forsworn for thee : Thou for whom Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiope were , And deny himself for Jove , Turning mortal for thy love . " 28 William ...
... youth unmeet , Youth so apt to pluck a sweet . Do not call it sin in me That I am forsworn for thee : Thou for whom Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiope were , And deny himself for Jove , Turning mortal for thy love . " 28 William ...
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... Youth's a stuff will not endure . William Shakespeare AN HONEST AUTOLYCUS Fine knacks for ladies , cheap , choice , brave , and new , Good penny - worths , but money cannot move : I keep a fair but for the Fair to view ; A beggar may be ...
... Youth's a stuff will not endure . William Shakespeare AN HONEST AUTOLYCUS Fine knacks for ladies , cheap , choice , brave , and new , Good penny - worths , but money cannot move : I keep a fair but for the Fair to view ; A beggar may be ...
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... youth doth lie As the death - bed whereon it must expire , Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by : This thou perceiv'st , which makes thy love more strong , To love that well which thou must leave ere long . William Shakespeare ...
... youth doth lie As the death - bed whereon it must expire , Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by : This thou perceiv'st , which makes thy love more strong , To love that well which thou must leave ere long . William Shakespeare ...
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Page 338 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee! tender is the night...
Page 333 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Page 392 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce. My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
Page 284 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow!
Page 415 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May...
Page 399 - Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Page 333 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Page 290 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty ! There came a Tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fough'tst against Him ; but hast vainly striven , Thou from thy Alpine Holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft : Then cleave...
Page 276 - Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Page 393 - Ah! THEN — if mine had been the Painter's hand To express what then I saw; and add the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the Poet's dream, — I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile, Amid a world how different from this!