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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374542" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Upon the Late Storm</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">[And Death of His Highness Ensuing the Same.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We must resign! Heaven his great soul does claim <br>In storms, as loud as his immortal fame; <br>His dying groans, his last breath, shakes our isle, <br>And trees uncut fall for his funeral pile. <br>About his palace their broad roots are tossed <br>Into the air: So Romulus was lost. <br>New Rome in such a tempest missed her king, <br>And from obeying fell to worshipping. <br>On Oeta's top thus Hercules lay dead, <br>With ruined oaks and pines about him spread; <br>The poplar, too, whose bough he wont to wear <br>On his victorious head, lay prostrate there. <br>Those his last fury from the mountain rent; <br>Our dying hero from the continent <br>Ravished whole towns, and forts from Spaniards reft, <br>As his last legacy to Britain left. <br>The ocean, which so long our hopes confined, <br>Could give no limits to his vaster mind; <br>Our bounds' enlargement was his latest toil, <br>Nor hath he left us prisoners to our isle. <br>Under the tropic is our language spoke, <br>And part of Flanders hath received our yoke. <br>From civil broils he did us disengage, <br>Found nobler objects for our martial rage: <br>And, with wise conduct, to his country showed <br>Their ancient way of conquering abroad. <br>Ungrateful then, if we no tears allow <br>To him that gave us peace and empire too. <br>Princes, that feared him, grieve, concerned to see <br>No pitch of glory from the grave is free. <br>Nature herself took notice of his death, <br>And, sighing, swelled the sea with such a breath <br>That to remotest shores her billows rolled, <br>The approaching fate of her great ruler told.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edmund+Waller">Edmund Waller</a><div class=q>
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We must resign! Heaven his great soul does claim 
In storms, as loud as his immortal fame; 
His dying groans, his last breath, shakes our isle, 
And trees uncut fall for his funeral pile. 
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