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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365944" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Grandfather Clock</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old Tudor house was half-timbered and gaunt, <br>Was gloomy and dim in the hall, <br>And time had stood still, since my father was born, <br>In the clock that had stood by the wall.<br>Its pendulum hung, never making a sound<br>I'd never so much heard it chime, <br>But then, on the day that my Dad passed away, <br>Its tick had begun to keep time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mother was dead and my father was gone, <br>The half-timbered house passed to me, <br>I wandered its passages, sad and distraught, <br>As lonely as one man could be! <br>I'd sit in the lounge and I'd read by a lamp<br>With the rest of the house cloaked in gloom, <br>And heard the dread tick of that grandfather clock<br>As it echoed in time through the room! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each tick was a portent, the passing of life, <br>Each tock brought me nearer to death, <br>I'd listen for noises, the timber that creaked, <br>Sit terrified, holding my breath! <br>The warm summer showers pit-pattered the thatch, <br>The wind would sough-sough at the eaves, <br>And summer passed quickly to autumn that year<br>In a thick golden carpet of leaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never once wound up that grandfather clock, <br>I waited for it to wind down, <br>But like a tap dripping, it never would stop<br>I felt I was starting to drown.<br>I found in the library's masses of books<br>An ancient collection of tomes, <br>And one that was covered in leather, I looked, <br>And read, and I wished that I'd known! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sir Richard FitzWalter had lived in that house, <br>And he it was, ordered the clock, <br>He'd fought against Cromwell for Charlie the First<br>‘Til Charles lost his head on the block! <br>He'd fled to the country, was caught in the house, <br>And hanged on the tree by the gate, <br>His wife, Lady Mary, had begged for his life<br>But the Roundheads had jeered: ‘You're too late! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She left them, went sobbing back into the hall<br>And she clung to the grandfather clock, <br>But just as her husband, his heart ceased to beat, <br>She heard that the ticking had stopped.<br>That clock never ran for the rest of her life, <br>But showed just a quarter to four, <br>The time that Sir Richard was pinioned and hung<br>At the gate, on the tree by his door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The clock began ticking when Mary had died, <br>Had taken her grief to the grave, <br>And each generation it stopped or began<br>When the master was born, or was saved! <br>I knew then the clock had been ticking for me<br>And I wanted it never to stop, <br>I'd wake in the night and I'd tremble to hear<br>If my heart was still pounding, or not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then one winter's night I was restless, and rose<br>From my sleep, and walked down to the hall, <br>A Cavalier soldier stood facing the clock, <br>Adjusting the pendulum pawl; <br>Resetting the weights on that grandfather clock<br>So my heart would continue to beat, <br>From that time to this, I have lived here content<br>While Sir Richard returns as I sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">6 August,2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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Was gloomy and dim in the hall, 
And time had stood still, since my father was born, 
In the clock that had stood by the wall.
Its pendulum hung, never making a sound
I'd never so much heard it chi..."></div>
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