<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342918" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tempora Mutantur</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The world is dull,' I cried in my despair:<br>'Its myths and fables are no longer fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Roll back thy centuries, O Father Time.<br>To Greece transport me in her golden prime.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Give back the beautiful old Gods again<br>The sportive Nymphs, the Dryad's jocund train,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Pan piping on his reeds, the Naiades,<br>The Sirens singing by the sleepy seas.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nay, show me but a Gorgon and I'll dare<br>To lift mine eyes to her peculiar hair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'(The fatal horrors of her snaky pate,<br>That stiffen men into a stony state)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And die-erecting, as my soul goes hence,<br>A statue of myself, without expense.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Straight as I spoke I heard the voice of Fate:<br>'Look up, my lad, the Gorgon sisters wait.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Raising my eyes, I saw Medusa stand,<br>Stheno, Euryale, on either hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I gazed unpetrified and unappalled<br>The girls had aged and were entirely bald!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</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=342918" data-title="Tempora Mutantur de Ambrose Bierce" data-description="'The world is dull,' I cried in my despair: 'Its myths and fables are no longer fair. 'Roll back thy centuries, O Father Time. To Greece transport me in her golden prime. 'Give back the beautiful old Gods again The sportive Nymphs, the Dryad's j..."></div> </div> </div>

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