<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360819" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The P.R.B.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Woolner and Stephens, Collinson, Millais, <br>And my first brother, each and every one, <br>What portion is theirs now beneath the sun <br>Which, even as here, in England makes to-day? <br>For most of them life runs not the same way <br>Always, but leaves the thought at loss: I know <br>Merely that Woolner keeps not even the show <br>Of work, nor is enough awake for play. <br>Meanwhile Hunt and myself race at full speed <br>Along the Louvre, and yawn from school to school, <br>Wishing worn-out those masters known as old. <br>And no man asks of Browning; though indeed <br>(As the book travels with me) any fool <br>Who would might hear Sordello's story told.</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=360819" data-title="To The P.R.B. de Dante Gabriel Rossetti" data-description="Woolner and Stephens, Collinson, Millais, And my first brother, each and every one, What portion is theirs now beneath the sun Which, even as here, in England makes to-day? For most of them life runs not the same way Always, but leaves the th..."></div> </div> </div>

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