Youth dreams a bliss on this side of death.
It dreams a rest, if not more deep,
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Youth dreams a bliss on this side of death.
It dreams a rest, if not more deep,
More grateful than this marble sleep;
It hears a voice within it tell:
Calm's not life's crown, though calm is well.
'Tis all perhaps which man acquires,
But 'tis not what our youth desires.

Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children.

Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children.

Olympian bards who sung
Divine ideas below,
Which always find us young
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Olympian bards who sung
Divine ideas below,
Which always find us young
And always keep us so.

If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the read more

If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a movable feast.

Every street has two sides, the shady side and the sunny. When
two men shake hands and part, mark read more

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.

I was between
A man and a boy, A hobble-de-hoy,
A fat, little, punchy concern of sixteen.

I was between
A man and a boy, A hobble-de-hoy,
A fat, little, punchy concern of sixteen.

Her years
Were ripe, they might make six-and-twenty springs;
But there are forms which Time to touch read more

Her years
Were ripe, they might make six-and-twenty springs;
But there are forms which Time to touch forbears.
And turns aside his scythe to vulgar things.

The wine of youth does not always clear with advancing years; sometimes it grows turbid.

The wine of youth does not always clear with advancing years; sometimes it grows turbid.

Many people use their youth to make their old age miserable

Many people use their youth to make their old age miserable