<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341123" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Verses Left by Mr. Pope</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">With no poetic ardour fir'd<br>I press the bed where Wilmot lay;<br>That here he lov'd, or here expir'd,<br>Begets no numbers grave or gay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath thy roof, Argyle, are bred<br>Such thoughts as prompt the brave to lie<br>Stretch'd out in honour's nobler bed,<br>Beneath a nobler roof - the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such flames as high in patriots burn,<br>Yet stoop to bless a child or wife;<br>And such as wicked kings may mourn,<br>When freedom is more dear than life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alexander+Pope">Alexander Pope</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=341123" data-title="Verses Left by Mr. Pope de Alexander Pope" data-description="With no poetic ardour fir'd I press the bed where Wilmot lay; That here he lov'd, or here expir'd, Begets no numbers grave or gay. Beneath thy roof, Argyle, are bred Such thoughts as prompt the brave to lie Stretch'd out in honour's nobler bed, B..."></div> </div> </div>

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