The sins of Youth are hardly sins,
So frank they are and free.
‘T is but when Middle-age begins
We need morality.
Ah, pause and weigh this bitter truth:
That Middle-age, grown cold,
No comprehension has of Youth,
No pity for the Old.
Youth, with his half-divine mistakes,
She never can forgive,
So much she hates his charm which makes
Worth while the life we live.
She scorns Old Age, whose tolerance
And calm, well-balanced mind
(Knowing how crime is born of chance)
Can pardon all mankind.
Yet she, alas! has all the power
Of strength and place and gold,
Man’s every act, through every hour,
Is by her laws controlled.
All things she grasps with sordid hands
And weighs in tarnished scales.
She neither feels, nor understands,
And yet her will prevails!
Cold-blooded vice and careful sin,
Gold-lust, blind selfishness,–
The shortest, cheapest way to win
Some, worse than cheap, success.
Such are her attributes and aims,
Yet meekly we obey,
While she to guide and order claims
All issues of the day.
You seek for honour, friendship, truth?
Let Middle-age be banned!
Go, for warm-hearted acts, to Youth;
To Age,–to understand!
A few random poems:
- Heavy Woman by Sylvia Plath
- An Apology For Not Showing Her What I Had Wrote by William Cowper
- The Strange Lady by William Cullen Bryant
- For Sidney Bechet by Philip Larkin
- Paul’s Wife by Robert Frost
- The Fairest, Brightest, Hues Of Ether Fade by William Wordsworth
- God Is Good by John Oxenham
- Song—Blythe hae I been on yon hill by Robert Burns
- Conquistador
- Summer – The Second Pastoral; or Alexis poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- In Jerusalem by Mahmoud Darwish
- The Tree poem – Ezra Pound poems
- An Honest Poet’s Life Is Full Of Care by Malcolm Massiah
- The Goldsmith by Siegfried Sassoon
- Ghosts of a Lunatic Asylum by Stephen Vincent Benet
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Dedication poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Cradle Song poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Come not when I am dead poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Come Into The Garden, Maud poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Come Into the Garde, Maud poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Come down, O Maid poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Claribel: A Melody poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Claribel poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
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- Break, Break, Break poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Boadicea poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Blow, Bugle, Blow poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Beautiful City poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Battle Of Brunanburgh poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Balin and Balan poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Audley Court poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Ask Me No More poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- And ask ye why these sad tears stream? poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Amphion poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- All Things Will Die poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Violet Nicolson ( 1865 – 1904); otherwise known as Adela Florence Nicolson (née Cory), was an English poetess who wrote under the pseudonym of Laurence Hope, however she became known as Violet Nicolson. In the early 1900s, she became a best-selling author. She committed suicide and is buried in Madras, now Chennai, India.