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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341733" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Death of the Old Year</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,<br>And the winter winds are wearily sighing:<br>Toll ye the church bell sad and slow,<br>And tread softly and speak low,<br>For the old year lies a-dying.<br>Old year you must not die;<br>You came to us so readily,<br>You lived with us so steadily,<br>Old year you shall not die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He lieth still: he doth not move:<br>He will not see the dawn of day.<br>He hath no other life above.<br>He gave me a friend and a true truelove<br>And the New-year will take 'em away.<br>Old year you must not go;<br>So long you have been with us,<br>Such joy as you have seen with us,<br>Old year, you shall not go. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He froth'd his bumpers to the brim;<br>A jollier year we shall not see.<br>But tho' his eyes are waxing dim,<br>And tho' his foes speak ill of him,<br>He was a friend to me.<br>Old year, you shall not die;<br>We did so laugh and cry with you,<br>I've half a mind to die with you,<br>Old year, if you must die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was full of joke and jest,<br>But all his merry quips are o'er.<br>To see him die across the waste<br>His son and heir doth ride post-haste,<br>But he'll be dead before.<br>Every one for his own.<br>The night is starry and cold, my friend,<br>And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend,<br>Comes up to take his own. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How hard he breathes! over the snow<br>I heard just now the crowing cock.<br>The shadows flicker to and fro:<br>The cricket chirps: the light burns low:<br>'Tis nearly twelve o'clock.<br>Shake hands, before you die.<br>Old year, we'll dearly rue for you:<br>What is it we can do for you?<br>Speak out before you die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His face is growing sharp and thin.<br>Alack! our friend is gone,<br>Close up his eyes: tie up his chin:<br>Step from the corpse, and let him in<br>That standeth there alone,<br>And waiteth at the door.<br>There's a new foot on the floor, my friend,<br>And a new face at the door, my friend,<br>A new face at the door.</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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And the winter winds are wearily sighing:
Toll ye the church bell sad and slow,
And tread softly and speak low,
For the old year lies a-dying.
Old year you must not die;
You came to us so readily,
You lived wit..."></div>
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