Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!
There's none of these so lonely and poor of old,
But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.
These laid the world away: poured out the red
Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be
Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene
That men call age, and those who would have been
Their sons, they gave their immortality.
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Young men soon give and soon forget affronts;
Old age is slow in both.
Young men soon give and soon forget affronts;
Old age is slow in both.
It takes a long time to become young.
It takes a long time to become young.
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.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
Youth today must be strong, unafraid, and a better taxpayer than its father.
Youth today must be strong, unafraid, and a better taxpayer than its father.
Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and
flourishing in an immortal youth.
Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and
flourishing in an immortal youth.
Youth is to all the glad reason of life; but often only by what
it hopes, not by what read more
Youth is to all the glad reason of life; but often only by what
it hopes, not by what it attains, or what it escapes.
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.
Alas! the slippery nature of tender youth.
[Lat., Teneris, heu, lubrica moribus aetas!]
Alas! the slippery nature of tender youth.
[Lat., Teneris, heu, lubrica moribus aetas!]
