<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116714" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Epitaph on a Beloved Friend</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, Friend! for ever loved, for ever dear!<br>What fruitless tears have bathed thy honour’d bier!<br>What sighs re-echo’d to thy parting breath,<br>Whilst thou wast struggling in the pangs of death!<br>Could tears retard the tyrant in his course;<br>Could sighs avert his dart’s relentless force;<br>Could youth and virtue claim a short delay,<br>Or beauty charm the spectre from his prey;<br>Thou still hadst lived to bless my aching sight,<br>Thy comrade’s honour and thy friend’s delight.<br>If yet thy gentle spirit hover nigh<br>The spot where now thy mouldering ashes lie,<br>Here wilt thou read, recorded on my heart,<br>A grief too deep to trust the sculptor’s art.<br>No marble marks thy couch of lowly sleep,<br>But living statues there are seen to weep;<br>Affliction’s semblance bends not o’er thy tomb,<br>Affliction’s self deplores thy youthful doom.<br>What though thy sire lament his failing line,<br>A father’s sorrows cannot equal mine!<br>Though none, like thee, his dying hour will cheer,<br>Yet other offspring soothe his anguish here:<br>But who with me shall hold thy former place?<br>Thine image what new friendship can efface?<br>Ah, none!—a father’s tears will cease to flow,<br>Time will assuage an infant brother’s woe;<br>To all, save one, is consolation known,<br>While solitary friendship sighs alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116714" data-title="Epitaph on a Beloved Friend de Byron" data-description="Oh, Friend! for ever loved, for ever dear!/What fruitless tears have bathed thy honour’d bier!/What sighs re-echo’d to thy parting breath,/Whilst thou wast struggling in the pangs of death!/Could tears retard the tyrant in his course;/Could si..."></div> </div> </div>

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