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:
- Thought. by Walt Whitman
- pathos_is_the_skyward_tanka.html
- On The Tomb Of A Priestess Of Artemis by Sappho
- Body Script by Satish Verma
- Олег Григорьев – С длинным батоном под мышкой
- Something by Robert Creeley
- Liberty, and Love; or, the Two Sparrows by William Somervile
- Two Quits And Drum And Elegy Drinkers
- On Being Challenged to Write an Epigram in the Manner of Herrick by Sir Walter Raleigh
- The Cat And The Moon by William Butler Yeats
- The Laws of God, The Laws of Man by A. E. Housman
- Ольга Берггольц – Возвращение
- Ingrateful Beauty Threatened by Thomas Carew
- Holiday Letter For A Poet Gone To War
- Sonnet 81: Or I shall live your epitaph to make by William Shakespeare
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
- From Milton: And did those feet by William Blake
- Blind Man’s Buff by William Blake
- XVI: Some Verses: Of Conquerouris by William Alexander
- XV: Some Verses: Ciprian’s Smyling by William Alexander
- XIV: Some Verses: To Mr. Edward Allane by William Alexander
- XIII: Some Verses: On A Report On The Death Of The Author by William Alexander
- A Slumber did my Spirit Seal by William Wordsworth
- A Sketch by William Wordsworth
- A Poet’s Epitaph by William Wordsworth
- A Poet! He Hath Put His Heart To School by William Wordsworth
- A Parsonage In Oxfordshire by William Wordsworth
- A Morning Exercise by William Wordsworth
- A Jewish Family In A Small Valley Opposite St. Goar, Upon The Rhine by William Wordsworth
- A Gravestone Upon The Floor In The Cloisters Of Worcester Cathedral by William Wordsworth
- A Fact, And An Imagination, Or, Canute And Alfred, On The Seashore by William Wordsworth
- A Complaint by William Wordsworth
- XII: Some Verses: Sonnet, To The Authour by William Alexander
- XI: Some Verses: To His Worthy Friend Master Walter Quin by William Alexander
- X: Some Verses: To His Most Affectionate Friend Mr. Lithgow by William Alexander
- VII: Some Verses: On The Death of John Murray by William Alexander
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.