X.
Xerxes.
Xerxes did die,
And so must I.
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From the New England Primer.
Y.
Years.
Jumping o'er times,
Turning the accomplishment of many years
Into an hourglass.
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SHAKS.: Henry V., Act i., Chorus.
Years following years, steal something every day;
At last they steal us from ourselves away.
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POPE: Satire vi., Line 72.
I sigh not over vanished years,
But watch the years that hasten by.
Look, how they come,—a mingled crowd
Of bright and dark, but rapid days.
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WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: Lapse of Time.
None would live past years again,
Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain.
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DRYDEN: Aurengzebe, Act iv., Sc. 1.
Yesterday.
Oh, call back yesterday, bid time return!
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SHAKS.: Richard II., Act iii., Sc. 2.
Yew-Tree.
Old yew, which graspest at the stones
That name the underlying dead,
Thy fibres net the dreamless head,
Thy roots are wrapt about the bones.
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TENNYSON: In Memoriam, Pt. ii., St. 1.
Youth.
For youth no less becomes
The light and careless livery that it wears,
Than settled age his sables, and his weeds,
Importing health and graveness.
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SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act iv., Sc. 7.
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
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SHAKS.: Two Gent. of V., Act i., Sc. 1.
Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn,
Like marigolds, toward the sunny side.
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JEAN INGELOW: Four Bridges, St. 56.
How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams
With its illusions, aspirations, dreams!
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LONGFELLOW: Morituri Salutamus.
In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes,
Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm.
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GRAY: Bard, Pt. ii., St. 2, Line 9.