Lord Byron on Youth
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“His early dreams of good outstripp'd the truth, And troubled manhood follow'd baffled youth.”
“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.”
“Sweet scene of my youth! Seat of Friendship and Truth, Where Love chas'd each fast-fleeting year; Loth to leave thee, I mourn'd, For a last look I turn'd, But thy spire was scarce seen through a Tear.”