Voici que vient l'été la saison violente
Et ma jeunesse est morte ainsi que le printemps
Ô soleil c'est le temps de la raison ardente
"La jolie rousse" (The Pretty Redhead), line 31; p. 135.
Calligrammes (1918)
Arnold Wall (1869–1966) university professor, philologist, poet, mountaineer, botanist, writer, radio broadcaster
Poem: A Time Will Come (1915); Cited in: John Arlott, Fred Trueman (1971) Arlott and Trueman on cricket. p. 173
He is referring to cricket; later, "the beautiful game" was used to describe football.
Edward Moore (1712–1757) English dramatist and writer
The Gamester (1753), Act iii. Sc. 4.
“From my youth you have taught me, O God, and now I would like to proclaim Your Wonders”
Carl Linnaeus book Systema Naturae
Praise at the end of the index. In Systema Naturae (1758), from Psalm 71.
Original in Latin: "Docuisti me Deus a juventute mea, & usque nunc pronunciabo Mirabilia Tua"
Systema Naturae
“Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York.”
William Shakespeare Richard III
Richard, Act I, scene i.
Variant: Now is the winter of our discontent.
Source: Richard III (1592–3)
George Peele (1556–1596) English translator and poet
Polyhymnia (1590), reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
“So now we're cruisin' down this shuddering highway with the dead sun shining on my back. ~ Myrrh”
Steve Kilbey (1954) British artist
Lyrics
“O martyred youth and manhood overthrown,
The burden of your wrongs is on my head.”
"Autumn"
The Counter-Attack and Other Poems (1918)
Context: October's bellowing anger breakes and cleaves
The bronzed battalions of the stricken wood
In whose lament I hear a voice that grieves
For battle's fruitless harvest, and the feud
Of outrage men. Their lives are like the leaves
Scattered in flocks of ruin, tossed and blown
Along the westering furnace flaring red.
O martyred youth and manhood overthrown,
The burden of your wrongs is on my head.
Henri Barbusse (1873–1935) French novelist
Light (1919), Ch. XXII - Light
Context: I do not regret my youth and its beliefs. Up to now, I have wasted my time to live. Youth is the true force, but it is too rarely lucid. Sometimes it has a triumphant liking for what is now, and the pugnacious broadside of paradox may please it. But there is a degree in innovation which they who have not lived very much cannot attain. And yet who knows if the stern greatness of present events will not have educated and aged the generation which to-day forms humanity's effective frontier? Whatever our hope may be, if we did not place it in youth, where should we place it?
“O Trade, O Trade! Would thou wert dead!
The time needs heart — 'tis tired of head.”
Sidney Lanier (1842–1881) American musician, poet
"The Symphony" (1875).
Poetry
