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Lorn autumns and triumphant springs;
Of happier men-for they, at least,
Prolonged; nor knew, although not less
ES! in the sea of life enisled,
Ywith echoing straits between us thrown,
Dotting the shoreless watery wild,
The islands feel the enclasping flow,
But when the moon their hollows lights,
And lovely notes, from shore to shore,
Oh! then a longing like despair
Is to their farthest caverns sent;
For surely once, they feel, we were
Parts of a single continent!
Now round us spreads the watery plain-
Who ordered, that their longing's fire
EARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
BREAK, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
O, well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O, well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanished hand,
Break, break, break,
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
YOUTH AND AGE
́ERSE, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying,
Both were mine! Life went a-maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy,
When I was young?-Ah, woeful When!
This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands
How lightly then it flashed along: Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore, On winding lakes and rivers wide, That ask no aid of sail or oar,
That fear no spite of wind or tide! Nought cared this body for wind or weather When Youth and I lived in't together.
Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like;
O! the joys, that came down shower-like,
Which tells me, Youth's no longer here!
It cannot be that thou art gone!
And tears take sunshine from thine eyes!
Life is but thought: so think I will
Dewdrops are the gems of morning,
Where no hope is, life's a warning.
-That only serves to make us grieve
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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;