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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355307" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Voices Of The Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The tender Grace of a day that is past.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dew is on the roses,<br>The owl hath spread her wing;<br>And vocal are the noses<br>Of peasant and of king:<br>'Nature' (in short) 'reposes;'<br>But I do no such thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pent in my lonesome study<br>Here I must sit and muse;<br>Sit till the morn grows ruddy,<br>Till, rising with the dews,<br>'Jeameses' remove the muddy<br>Spots from their masters' shoes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet are sweet faces flinging<br>Their witchery o'er me here:<br>I hear sweet voices singing<br>A song as soft, as clear,<br>As (previously to stinging)<br>A gnat sings round one's ear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Does Grace draw young Apollos<br>In blue mustachios still?<br>Does Emma tell the swallows<br>How she will pipe and trill,<br>When, some fine day, she follows<br>Those birds to the window-sill?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And oh! has Albert faded<br>From Grace's memory yet?<br>Albert, whose 'brow was shaded<br>By locks of glossiest jet,'<br>Whom almost any lady'd<br>Have given her eyes to get?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Does not her conscience smite her<br>For one who hourly pines,<br>Thinking her bright eyes brighter<br>Than any star that shines -<br>I mean of course the writer<br>Of these pathetic lines?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who knows? As quoth Sir Walter,<br>'Time rolls his ceaseless course:<br>'The Grace of yore' may alter -<br>And then, I've one resource:<br>I'll invest in a bran-new halter,<br>And I'll perish without remorse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Stuart+Calverley">Charles Stuart Calverley</a><div class=q>
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The dew is on the roses,
The owl hath spread her wing;
And vocal are the noses
Of peasant and of king:
'Nature' (in short) 'reposes;'
But I do no such thing.

Pent in my lonesome study
Here I must sit and..."></div>
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