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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355111" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Death of A Certain Journal</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So die, thou child of stormy dawn,<br>Thou winter flower, forlorn of nurse;<br>Chilled early by the bigot's curse,<br>The pedant's frown, the worldling's yawn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair death, to fall in teeming June,<br>When every seed which drops to earth<br>Takes root, and wins a second birth<br>From steaming shower and gleaming moon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fall warm, fall fast, thou mellow rain;<br>Thou rain of God, make fat the land;<br>That roots which parch in burning sand<br>May bud to flower and fruit again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To grace, perchance, a fairer morn<br>In mightier lands beyond the sea,<br>While honour falls to such as we<br>From hearts of heroes yet unborn,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who in the light of fuller day,<br>Of purer science, holier laws,<br>Bless us, faint heralds of their cause,<br>Dim beacons of their glorious way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Failure? While tide-floods rise and boil<br>Round cape and isle, in port and cove,<br>Resistless, star-led from above:<br>What though our tiny wave recoil?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Kingsley">Charles Kingsley</a><div class=q>
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Thou winter flower, forlorn of nurse;
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When every seed which drops to earth
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