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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Memory-Picture</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Laugh, my Friends, and without blame<br>Lightly quit what lightly came:<br>Rich to-morrow as to-day<br>Spend as madly as you may.<br>I, with little land to stir,<br>Am the exacter labourer.<br>Ere the parting hour go by,<br>Quick, thy tablets, Memory!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But my Youth reminds me—‘Thou<br>Hast liv’d light as these live now:<br>As these are, thou too wert such:<br>Much hast had, hast squander’d much.’<br>Fortune’s now less frequent heir,<br>Ah! I husband what’s grown rare.<br>Ere the parting hour go by,<br>Quick, thy tablets, Memory!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young, I said: ‘A face is gone<br>If too hotly mus’d upon:<br>And our best impressions are<br>Those that do themselves repair.’<br>Many a face I then let by,<br>Ah! is faded utterly.<br>Ere the parting hour go by,<br>Quick, thy tablets, Memory!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Marguerite says: ‘As last year went,<br>So the coming year’ll be spent:<br>Some day next year, I shall be,<br>Entering heedless, kiss’d by thee.’<br>Ah! I hope—yet, once away,<br>What may chain us, who can say?<br>Ere the parting hour go by,<br>Quick, thy tablets, Memory!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Paint that lilac kerchief, bound<br>Her soft face, her hair around:<br>Tied under the archest chin<br>Mockery ever ambush’d in.<br>Let the fluttering fringes streak<br>All her pale, sweet-rounded cheek.<br>Ere the parting hour go by,<br>Quick, thy tablets, Memory!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Paint that figure’s pliant grace<br>As she towards me lean’d her face,<br>Half refus’d and half resign’d,<br>Murmuring, ‘Art thou still unkind?’<br>Many a broken promise then<br>Was new made—to break again.<br>Ere the parting hour go by,<br>Quick, thy tablets, Memory!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Paint those eyes, so blue, so kind,<br>Eager tell-tales of her mind<br>Paint, with their impetuous stress<br>Of inquiring tenderness,<br>Those frank eyes, where deep doth lie<br>An angelic gravity.<br>Ere the parting hour go by,<br>Quick, thy tablets, Memory!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What, my Friends, these feeble lines<br>Show, you say, my love declines?<br>To paint ill as I have done,<br>Proves forgetfulness begun?<br>Time’s gay minions, pleas’d you see,<br>Time, your master, governs me.<br>Pleas’d, you mock the fruitless cry<br>‘Quick, thy tablets, Memory! ‘</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! too true. Time’s current strong<br>Leaves us true to nothing long.<br>Yet, if little stays with man,<br>Ah! retain we all we can<br>If the clear impression dies,<br>Ah! the dim remembrance prize<br>Ere the parting hour go by,<br>Quick, thy tablets, Memory!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Matthew+Arnold">Matthew Arnold</a><div class=q>
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