<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116794" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Answer to a Beautiful Poem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Montgomery! true, the common lot<br> Of mortals lies in Lethe’s wave;<br>Yet some shall never be forgot,<br> Some shall exist beyond the grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Unknown the region of his birth,”<br> The hero rolls the tide of war;<br>Yet not unknown his martial worth,<br> Which glares a meteor from afar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His joy or grief; his weal or woe,<br> Perchance may ’scape the page of fame;<br>Yet nations now unborn will know<br> The record of his deathless name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The patriot’s and the poet’s frame<br> Must share the common tomb of all:<br>Their glory will not sleep the same;<br> That will arise, though empires fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lustre of a Beauty’s eye<br> Assumes the ghastly stare of death;<br>The fair, the brave, the good must die,<br> And sink the yawning grave beneath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once more the speaking eye revive,<br> Still beaming through the lover’s strain;<br>For Petrarch’s Laura still survives:<br> She died, but ne’er will die again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rolling seasons pass away,<br> And Time, untiring, waves his wing;<br>Whilst honour’s laurel ne’er decay,<br> But bloom in fresh, unfading spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All, all must sleep in grim repose,<br> Collected in the silent tomb;<br>The old and young, with friends and foes,<br> Fest’ring alike in shrouds, consume.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mouldering marble lasts its day,<br> Yet falls at length on useless fane;<br>To ruin’s ruthless fangs a prey,<br> The wrecks of pillar’d pride remain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What, though the sculpture he destroy’d,<br> From dark oblivion meant to ward;<br>A bright renown shall be enjoy’d<br> By those whose virtues claim reward.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then do not say the common lot<br> Of all lies deep in Lethe’s wave;<br>Some few who ne’er will be forgot<br> Shall burst the bondage of the grave.</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=116794" data-title="Answer to a Beautiful Poem de Byron" data-description="Montgomery! true, the common lot/ Of mortals lies in Lethe’s wave;/Yet some shall never be forgot,/ Some shall exist beyond the grave./“Unknown the region of his birth,”/ The hero rolls the tide of war;/Yet not unknown his martial worth,/ Wh..."></div> </div> </div>

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