<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341655" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Memoriam A. H. H. 116</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it, then, regret for buried time<br>That keenlier in sweet April wakes,<br>And meets the year, and gives and takes<br>The colours of the crescent prime?<br>Not all: the songs, the stirring air,<br>The life re-orient out of dust,<br>Cry thro' the sense to hearten trust<br>In that which made the world so fair.<br>Not all regret: the face will shine<br>Upon me, while I muse alone;<br>And that dear voice, I once have known,<br>Still speak to me of me and mine:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet less of sorrow lives in me<br>For days of happy commune dead;<br>Less yearning for the friendship fled,<br>Than some strong bond which is to be.</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> <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=341655" data-title="In Memoriam A. H. H. 116 de Alfred Lord Tennyson" data-description="Is it, then, regret for buried time That keenlier in sweet April wakes, And meets the year, and gives and takes The colours of the crescent prime? Not all: the songs, the stirring air, The life re-orient out of dust, Cry thro' the sense to hearten..."></div> </div> </div>

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