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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383770" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Dead Rose</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Rose! who dares to name thee?<br>No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet;<br>But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubble-wheat,---<br> Kept seven years in a drawer---thy titles shame thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The breeze that used to blow thee<br>Between the hedgerow thorns, and take away<br>An odour up the lane to last all day,---<br> If breathing now,---unsweetened would forego thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The sun that used to smite thee,<br>And mix his glory in thy gorgeous urn,<br>Till beam appeared to bloom, and flower to burn,---<br> If shining now,---with not a hue would light thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The dew that used to wet thee,<br>And, white first, grow incarnadined, because<br>It lay upon thee where the crimson was,---<br> If dropping now,---would darken where it met thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The fly that lit upon thee,<br>To stretch the tendrils of its tiny feet,<br>Along thy leaf's pure edges, after heat,---<br> If lighting now,---would coldly overrun thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The bee that once did suck thee,<br>And build thy perfumed ambers up his hive,<br>And swoon in thee for joy, till scarce alive,---<br> If passing now,---would blindly overlook thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The heart doth recognise thee,<br>Alone, alone! The heart doth smell thee sweet,<br>Doth view thee fair, doth judge thee most complete,---<br> Though seeing now those changes that disguise thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Yes, and the heart doth owe thee<br>More love, dead rose! than to such roses bold<br>As Julia wears at dances, smiling cold!---<br> Lie still upon this heart---which breaks below thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Barrett+Browning">Elizabeth Barrett Browning</a><div class=q>
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No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet;
But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubble-wheat,---
 Kept seven years in a drawer---thy titles shame thee.

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