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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342019" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines on the Death of Edward John Trelawny</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LAST high star of the years whose thunder<br>Still men’s listening remembrance hears,<br>Last light left of our fathers’ years,<br>Watched with honour and hailed with wonder<br>Thee too then have the years borne under,<br>Thou too then hast regained thy peers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wings that warred with the winds of morning,<br>Storm-winds rocking the red great dawn,<br>Close at last, and a film is drawn<br>Over the eyes of the storm-bird, scorning<br>Now no longer the loud wind’s warning,<br>Waves that threaten or waves that fawn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Peers were none of thee left us living,<br>Peers of theirs we shall see no more.<br>Eight years over the full fourscore<br>Knew thee: now shalt thou sleep, forgiving<br>All griefs past of the wild world’s giving,<br>Moored at last on the stormless shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Worldwide liberty’s lifelong lover,<br>Lover no less of the strength of song,<br>Sea-king, swordsman, hater of wrong,<br>Over thy dust that the dust shall cover<br>Comes my song as a bird to hover,<br>Borne of its will as of wings along.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cherished of thee were this brief song’s brothers<br>Now that follows them, cherishing thee.<br>Over the tides and the tideless sea<br>Soft as a smile of the earth our mother’s<br>Flies it faster than all those others,<br>First of the troop at thy tomb to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Memories of Greece and the mountain’s hollow<br>Guarded alone of thy loyal sword<br>Hold thy name for our hearts in ward:<br>Yet more fain are our hearts to follow<br>One way now with the southward swallow<br>Back to the grave of the man their lord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heart of hearts, art thou moved not, hearing<br>Surely, if hearts of the dead may hear,<br>Whose true heart it is now draws near?<br>Surely the sense of it thrills thee, cheering<br>Darkness and death with the news now nearing<br>Shelley, Trelawny rejoins thee here.</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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Still men’s listening remembrance hears,
Last light left of our fathers’ years,
Watched with honour and hailed with wonder
Thee too then have the years borne under,
Thou too then hast regained thy peer..."></div>
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