<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355350" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last Rose Of Summer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">That strain again? It seems to tell<br>Of something like a joy departed;<br>I love its mourning accents well,<br>Like voice of one, ah! broken-hearted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That note that pensive dies away,<br>And can each answering thrill awaken,<br>It sadly, wildly, seems to say,<br>Thy meek heart mourns its truth forsaken.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or there was one who never more<br>Shall meet thee with the looks of gladness,<br>When all of happier life was o'er,<br>When first began thy night of sadness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet mourner, cease that melting strain,<br>Too well it suits the grave's cold slumbers;<br>Too well the heart that loved in vain<br>Breathes, lives, and weeps in those wild numbers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Wolfe">Charles Wolfe</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=355350" data-title="The Last Rose Of Summer de Charles Wolfe" data-description="That strain again? It seems to tell Of something like a joy departed; I love its mourning accents well, Like voice of one, ah! broken-hearted. That note that pensive dies away, And can each answering thrill awaken, It sadly, wildly, seems to say,..."></div> </div> </div>

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