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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341994" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hendecasyllabics</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the month of the long decline of roses <br>I, beholding the summer dead before me, <br>Set my face to the sea and journeyed silent, <br>Gazing eagerly where above the sea-mark <br>Flame as fierce as the fervid eyes of lions <br>Half divided the eyelids of the sunset; <br>Till I heard as it were a noise of waters <br>Moving tremulous under feet of angels <br>Multitudinous, out of all the heavens; <br>Knew the fluttering wind, the fluttered foliage, <br>Shaken fitfully, full of sound and shadow; <br>And saw, trodden upon by noiseless angels, <br>Long mysterious reaches fed with moonlight, <br>Sweet sad straits in a soft subsiding channel, <br>Blown about by the lips of winds I knew not, <br>Winds not born in the north nor any quarter, <br>Winds not warm with the south nor any sunshine; <br>Heard between them a voice of exultation, <br>'Lo, the summer is dead, the sun is faded, <br>Even like as a leaf the year is withered, <br>All the fruits of the day from all her branches <br>Gathered, neither is any left to gather. <br>All the flowers are dead, the tender blossoms, <br>All are taken away; the season wasted, <br>Like an ember among the fallen ashes. <br>Now with light of the winter days, with moonlight, <br>Light of snow, and the bitter light of hoarfrost, <br>We bring flowers that fade not after autumn, <br>Pale white chaplets and crowns of latter seasons, <br>Fair false leaves (but the summer leaves were falser), <br>Woven under the eyes of stars and planets <br>When low light was upon the windy reaches <br>Where the flower of foam was blown, a lily <br>Dropt among the sonorous fruitless furrows <br>And green fields of the sea that make no pasture: <br>Since the winter begins, the weeping winter, <br>All whose flowers are tears, and round his temples <br>Iron blossom of frost is bound for ever.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Algernon+Charles+Swinburne">Algernon Charles Swinburne</a><div class=q>
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I, beholding the summer dead before me, 
Set my face to the sea and journeyed silent, 
Gazing eagerly where above the sea-mark 
Flame as fierce as the fervid eyes of lions 
Half divided the eyelids of the..."></div>
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