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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341528" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bredon Hill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In summertime on Bredon<br>The bells they sound so clear;<br>Round both the shires they ring them<br>In steeples far and near,<br>A happy noise to hear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here of a Sunday morning<br>My love and I would lie,<br>And see the coloured counties,<br>And hear the larks so high<br>About us in the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bells would ring to call her<br>In valleys miles away:<br>'Come all to church, good people;<br>Good people, come and pray.<br>But here my love would stay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I would turn and answer<br>Among the springing thyme,<br>'Oh, peal upon our wedding,<br>And we will hear the chime,<br>And come to church in time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when the snows at Christmas<br>On Bredon top were strewn,<br>My love rose up so early<br>And stole out unbeknown<br>And went to church alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They tolled the one bell only,<br>Groom there was none to see,<br>The mourners followed after,<br>And so to church went she,<br>And would not wait for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bells they sound on Bredon,<br>And still the steeples hum.<br>'Come all to church, good people,' -<br>Oh, noisy bells, be dumb;<br>I hear you, I will come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Edward+Housman">Alfred Edward Housman</a><div class=q>
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The bells they sound so clear;
Round both the shires they ring them
In steeples far and near,
A happy noise to hear.

Here of a Sunday morning
My love and I would lie,
And see the coloured counties,
And hear the larks so hi..."></div>
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