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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341630" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dedication</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dedication <br>These to His Memory--since he held them dear, <br>Perchance as finding there unconsciously <br>Some image of himself--I dedicate, <br>I dedicate, I consecrate with tears-- <br>These Idylls. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And indeed He seems to me <br>Scarce other than my king's ideal knight, <br>`Who reverenced his conscience as his king; <br>Whose glory was, redressing human wrong; <br>Who spake no slander, no, nor listened to it; <br>Who loved one only and who clave to her--' <br>Her--over all whose realms to their last isle, <br>Commingled with the gloom of imminent war, <br>The shadow of His loss drew like eclipse, <br>Darkening the world. We have lost him: he is gone: <br>We know him now: all narrow jealousies <br>Are silent; and we see him as he moved, <br>How modest, kindly, all-accomplished, wise, <br>With what sublime repression of himself, <br>And in what limits, and how tenderly; <br>Not swaying to this faction or to that; <br>Not making his high place the lawless perch <br>Of winged ambitions, nor a vantage-ground <br>For pleasure; but through all this tract of years <br>Wearing the white flower of a blameless life, <br>Before a thousand peering littlenesses, <br>In that fierce light which beats upon a throne, <br>And blackens every blot: for where is he, <br>Who dares foreshadow for an only son <br>A lovelier life, a more unstained, than his? <br>Or how should England dreaming of HIS sons <br>Hope more for these than some inheritance <br>Of such a life, a heart, a mind as thine, <br>Thou noble Father of her Kings to be, <br>Laborious for her people and her poor-- <br>Voice in the rich dawn of an ampler day-- <br>Far-sighted summoner of War and Waste <br>To fruitful strifes and rivalries of peace-- <br>Sweet nature gilded by the gracious gleam <br>Of letters, dear to Science, dear to Art, <br>Dear to thy land and ours, a Prince indeed, <br>Beyond all titles, and a household name, <br>Hereafter, through all times, Albert the Good. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Break not, O woman's-heart, but still endure; <br>Break not, for thou art Royal, but endure, <br>Remembering all the beauty of that star <br>Which shone so close beside Thee that ye made <br>One light together, but has past and leaves <br>The Crown a lonely splendour. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  May all love, <br>His love, unseen but felt, o'ershadow Thee, <br>The love of all Thy sons encompass Thee, <br>The love of all Thy daughters cherish Thee, <br>The love of all Thy people comfort Thee, <br>Till God's love set Thee at his side again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Lord+Tennyson">Alfred Lord Tennyson</a><div class=q>
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These to His Memory--since he held them dear, 
Perchance as finding there unconsciously 
Some image of himself--I dedicate, 
I dedicate, I consecrate with tears-- 
These Idylls. 

 And indeed He seems to me 
Scarce other than my king's..."></div>
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