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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355944" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Peal Of Bells</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strike the bells wantonly,<br>Tinkle tinkle well;<br>Bring me wine, bring me flowers,<br>Ring the silver bell.<br>All my lamps burn scented oil,<br>Hung on laden orange-trees,<br>Whose shadowed foliage is the foil<br>To golden lamps and oranges.<br>Heap my golden plates with fruit,<br>Golden fruit, fresh-plucked and ripe; <br>Strike the bells and breathe the pipe;<br>Shut out showers from summer hours—<br>Silence that complaining lute—<br>Shut out thinking, shut out pain,<br>From hours that cannot come again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strike the bells solemnly,<br>Ding dong deep:<br>My friend is passing to his bed,<br>Fast asleep;<br>There's plaited linen round his head, <br>While foremost go his feet—<br>His feet that cannot carry him.<br>My feast's a show, my lights are dim;<br>Be still, your music is not sweet,—<br>There is no music more for him:<br>His lights are out, his feast is done;<br>His bowl that sparkled to the brim<br>Is drained, is broken, cannot hold;<br>My blood is chill, his blood is cold;<br>His death is full, and mine begun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christina+Georgina+Rossetti">Christina Georgina Rossetti</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=355944" data-title="A Peal Of Bells de Christina Georgina Rossetti" data-description="Strike the bells wantonly, Tinkle tinkle well; Bring me wine, bring me flowers, Ring the silver bell. All my lamps burn scented oil, Hung on laden orange-trees, Whose shadowed foliage is the foil To golden lamps and oranges. Heap my golden plates ..."></div> </div> </div>
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