BOY AND BOYHOOD
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He was the spirit of boyhood, tugging at the skirts of this old world and compelling it to come back to play.—J. M. BARRIE, of R. L. Stevenson
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Boys will be boys.—BULWER-LYTTON, Caxtonia
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Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy!—BYRON, Childe Harold
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I only know two sorts of boys. Mealy boys and beef-faced boys.—DICKENS, Oliver Twist
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The genuine human boy may, I think, safely be set down as the noblest work of God.—CHARLES B. FAIRBANKS, My Unknown Chum
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God bless all little boys who look like Puck,
With wide eyes, wider mouths and stickout ears,
Rash little boys who stay alive by luck
And heaven's favor in this world of tears.—ARTHUR GUITERMAN, Blessing on Little Boys
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O for one hour of youthful joy!
Give back my twentieth spring!
I'd rather laugh, a bright-haired boy,
Than reign, a gray-beard king.—O. W. HOLMES, The Old Man Dreams
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The lusty days of long ago,
When you were Bill and I was Joe.—O. W. HOLMES, Bill and Joe
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Perhaps there lives some dreamy boy, untaught
In schools, some graduate of the field or street,
Who shall become a master of the art,
An admiral sailing the high seas of thought.—LONGFELLOW, Possibilities
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A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.—LONGFELLOW, My Lost Youth
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O, 'tis a parlous boy;
Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable;
He's all the mother's, from the top to toe.—SHAKESPEARE, Richard III
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When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth everyday.—SHAKESPEARE, Twelfth Night
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What are little boys made of, made of?
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails and puppy-dog tails,
And such are little boys made of.—SOUTHEY, What all the World is Made of.
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One of the best things in the world to be is a boy; it requires no experience, but needs some practice to be a good one.—CHARLES DUDLEY WARNER, Being a Boy
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How rude are the boys that throw pebbles and mire.—ISAAC WATTS, Innocent Play
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Blessings on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!—WHITTIER, The Barefoot Boy
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The sweetest roamer is a boy's young heart.—G. E. WOODBERRY, Agathon
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O dearest, dearest boy! my heart
For better lore would seldom yearn,
Could I but teach the hundredth part
Of what from thee I learn.—WORDSWORTH, Anecdote for Fathers
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