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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341683" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Memoriam A. H. H.: 95. By night we linger'd on the lawn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">By night we linger'd on the lawn,<br> For underfoot the herb was dry;<br> And genial warmth; and o'er the sky<br> The silvery haze of summer drawn;<br> And calm that let the tapers burn<br> Unwavering: not a cricket chirr'd:<br> The brook alone far-off was heard,<br> And on the board the fluttering urn:<br> And bats went round in fragrant skies,<br> And wheel'd or lit the filmy shapes<br> That haunt the dusk, with ermine capes<br> And woolly breasts and beaded eyes;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> While now we sang old songs that peal'd<br> From knoll to knoll, where, couch'd at ease,<br> The white kine glimmer'd, and the trees<br> Laid their dark arms about the field.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But when those others, one by one,<br> Withdrew themselves from me and night,<br> And in the house light after light<br> Went out, and I was all alone, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A hunger seized my heart; I read<br> Of that glad year which once had been,<br> In those fall'n leaves which kept their green,<br> The noble letters of the dead:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And strangely on the silence broke<br> The silent-speaking words, and strange<br> Was love's dumb cry defying change<br> To test his worth; and strangely spoke</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The faith, the vigour, bold to dwell<br> On doubts that drive the coward back,<br> And keen thro' wordy snares to track<br> Suggestion to her inmost cell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> So word by word, and line by line,<br> The dead man touch'd me from the past,<br> And all at once it seem'd at last<br> The living soul was flash'd on mine,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And mine in this was wound, and whirl'd<br> About empyreal heights of thought,<br> And came on that which is, and caught<br> The deep pulsations of the world,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &AElig;onian music measuring out<br> The steps of Time--the shocks of Chance--<br> The blows of Death. At length my trance<br> Was cancell'd, stricken thro' with doubt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Vague words! but ah, how hard to frame<br> In matter-moulded forms of speech,<br> Or ev'n for intellect to reach<br> Thro' memory that which I became:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Till now the doubtful dusk reveal'd<br> The knolls once more where, couch'd at ease, <br> The white kine glimmer'd, and the trees<br> Laid their dark arms about the field:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And suck'd from out the distant gloom<br> A breeze began to tremble o'er<br> The large leaves of the sycamore,<br> And fluctuate all the still perfume,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And gathering freshlier overhead,<br> Rock'd the full-foliaged elms, and swung<br> The heavy-folded rose, and flung<br> The lilies to and fro, and said </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;The dawn, the dawn,&quot; and died away;<br> And East and West, without a breath,<br> Mixt their dim lights, like life and death,<br> To broaden into boundless day.</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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 For underfoot the herb was dry;
 And genial warmth; and o'er the sky
 The silvery haze of summer drawn;
 And calm that let the tapers burn
 Unwavering: not a cricket chirr'd:
 The brook alone far-off was heard,
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