<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360520" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Foretaste</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AT length the then of my long hope was now; <br>Yet had my spirit an extreme unrest: <br>I knew the good from better was grown best <br>At length, but could not just as yet tell how. <br>So I lay straight along, and thrust my brow <br>Under the heights of grass. Hours struck. The West, <br>I knew, must be at change; but gazed not, lest <br>The heat against my naked face (no bough <br>For shade) should tease me mad, like poisoned spice. <br>I lay along, letting my whole self think, <br>Pressing my brow down that the thoughts might fix: <br>Just as a dicer who holds loaded dice, <br>Sure of his cast, keeps trifling with his drink <br>Ere he will throw, and still must taste and mix.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dante+Gabriel+Rossetti">Dante Gabriel 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=360520" data-title="A Foretaste de Dante Gabriel Rossetti" data-description="AT length the then of my long hope was now; Yet had my spirit an extreme unrest: I knew the good from better was grown best At length, but could not just as yet tell how. So I lay straight along, and thrust my brow Under the heights of grass...."></div> </div> </div>

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