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Life went a-Maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy ;
When I was young! When I was young ?-Ah, woful when!
COLERIDGE-Youth and Age.
Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise,
stone, That feels not at that sight, and feels at
none. d. COWPER— Tirocinium. L. 296.
Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes !
they turn, Like marigolds, toward the sunny side. JEAN INGELOW— The Four Bridges.
St. 56. Towering in confidence of twenty-one. 0. SAM'L JOHNSON-Letter to Bennet
Langton. Jan., 1758. 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 ! p. LONGFELLOW-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 !
9. LONGFELLOW-Morituri Salutamus.
Standing with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet!
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 ! i. GAY-Trivia. Bk. II. L. 145.
Youth comes but once in a lifetime.
Ch. X. Every street has two sides, the shady side and the sunny. When two men shake hands and part, mark which of the two takes the sunny side; he will be the younger man of the two. BULWER-LYTTON- What Will He Do With It? Bk. II. Heading of
Ch. XV. Youth, that pursuest with such eager pace
Thy even way,
Then stay! oh, stay !
Loiter, -enjoy :
A second Boy. u. RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES-Carpe
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. j. GRAY- The Bard. Pt. II. St. 2.
Crabbed age and 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, age like winter
bare. Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short;
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.
The Passionate Pilgrim. St. 12.
For youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears, Than settled age his sables, and his weeds Importing health and graveness.
f. Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 7. L. 79.
Is in the very May-morn of his youth, Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises.
g. Henry V. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 120.
To be young was very heaven!
p. WORDSWORTH— The Prelude. Bk. XI.
My salad days; When I was green in judgment. h. Antony and Cleopatra. Act I. Sc. 5.
L. 73. The spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes. i. Antony and Cleopatra. Act IV. Sc. 4.
Youth is not rich in time; it may be poor;
Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr
blows. p. GRAY-The Bard. I. 2. L. 9.
And soon Their hushing dances languished to a stand, Like midnight leaves when, as the Zephyrs
swoon, All on their drooping stems they sink un
fanned. 9. HOOD-The Plea of the Midsummer
I scent no flowery gust;
Imitated from Horace.
Summer's Eve. And soften'd sounds along the waters die : Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently
play. t. POPE-Rape of the Lock. Canto II.
L. 50. Lull'd by soft zephyrs thro' the broken pane.
Pope-Prologue to Satires. L. 42.
Zeal is very blind, or badly regulated, when it encroaches upon the rights of others.
g. PASQUIER QUESNEL.
For virtue's self may too much zeal be had : The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.
h. POPE-Horace. Bk. I. Ep. VI. L. 26.
I have more zeal than wit. i. POPE- Imitations of Horace. Bk. II.
Satire VI. L. 56.
Poets heap virtues, painters gems, at will,
skill. j. POPE-Moral Essays. Ep. II. L. 185.
Zeal then, not charity, became the guide.
k. Pope-Essay on Man. Ep. III. L. 261.
Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows. POPE-Essay on Criticism. Pt. II.
L. 366. Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe, That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath. POPE- Rape of the Lock. Canto II.
L. 58. The balmy zephyrs, silent since her death, Lament the ceasing of a sweeter breath.
POPE- Winter. L. 45.
We do that in our zeal our calmer moment would be afraid to answer. 1. Scott-- Woodstock. Heading of