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I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them!
To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable.
The tragedy of old age is not that one is old, but that one is young.
If youth is the season of hope, it is often so only in the sense that our elders are hopeful about us; for no age is so apt as youth to think its emotions, partings, and resolves are the last of their kind. Each crisis seems final, simply because it is new.
It takes people a long time to learn the difference between talent and genius, especially ambitious young men and women.
‘I don’t want ever to be a man,’ he said with passion. ‘I want always to be a little boy and to have fun. So I ran away to Kensington Gardens and lived a long long time among the fairies.
We are not youth any longer. We don’t want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying.
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it has been of yore;— Turn wheresoe’er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea: But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish’d dove; In the Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
You snug-faced crowds with kindling eye Who cheer when soldier lads march by, Sneak home and pray you’ll never know The hell where youth and laughter go.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.
My salad days, When I was green in judgment, cold in blood, To say as I said then.
