„And now comes the summer of violence
And my youth is as dead as the springtime
O Sun it is the time of fiery Reason“

—  Guillaume Apollinaire, livro Calligrammes

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)

Original

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

Calligrammes (1918)

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(Though the world will never be quite the same),
When the people sit in the summer sun,
Watching, watching the beautiful game.“

—  Arnold Wall university professor, philologist, poet, mountaineer, botanist, writer, radio broadcaster 1869 - 1966

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„From my youth you have taught me, O God, and now I would like to proclaim Your Wonders“

—  Carl Linnaeus, livro Systema Naturae

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„Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York.“

—  William Shakespeare, Richard III

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Variante: Now is the winter of our discontent.
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„O martyred youth and manhood overthrown,
The burden of your wrongs is on my head.“

—  Siegfried Sassoon, Autumn

"Autumn"
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Contexto: 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.

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„And the body of a dead youth
Lies stretched upon the ground
Upon the filthy pavements
No reason can be found
Black day in July“

—  Gordon Lightfoot Canadian singer-songwriter 1938

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„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.“

—  Henri Barbusse French novelist 1873 - 1935

Light (1919), Ch. XXII - Light
Contexto: 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?

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„Often does the memory of former times come, like the evening sun, on my soul.“

—  James Macpherson Scottish writer, poet, translator, and politician 1736 - 1796

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„O farmers, pray that your summers be wet and your winters clear.“

—  Virgil, Geórgicas

Umida solstitia atque hiemes orate serenas,
agricolae.
Book I, lines 100–101
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Original: (la) Umida<!--Humida?--> solstitia atque hiemes orate serenas,
agricolae.

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„O she had not these ways
When all the wild summer was in her gaze.“

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Contexto: One that is ever kind said yesterday:
'Your well-belovéd's hair has threads of grey,
And little shadows come about her eyes;
Time can but make it easier to be wise
Though now it seems impossible, and so
All that you need is patience.'
Heart cries, 'No,
I have not a crumb of comfort, not a grain.
Time can but make her beauty over again:
Because of that great nobleness of hers
The fire that stirs about her, when she stirs,
Burns but more clearly. O she had not these ways
When all the wild summer was in her gaze.'
O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head,
You'd know the folly of being comforted.

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„O fading honours of the dead!
O high ambition, lowly laid!“

—  Walter Scott, The Lay of the Last Minstrel

Canto II, stanza 10.
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„Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit. Etiam egestas wisi a erat. Morbi imperdiet, mauris ac auctor dictum.“