<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384689" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Tavern of Last Times</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Box Hill, Surrey</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A modern hour from London (as we spin <br>Into a silver thread the miles of space <br>Between us and our goal), there is a place <br>Apart from city traffic, dust, and din, <br>Green with great trees, where hides a quiet Inn. <br>Here Nelson last looked on the lovely face <br>Which made his world; and by its magic grace <br>Trailed rosy clouds across each early sin. <br>And, leaning lawnward, is the room where Keats <br>Wrote the last one of those immortal songs <br>(Called by the critics of his day 'mere rhymes'). <br>A lark, high in the boxwood bough repeats <br>Those lyric strains, to idle passing throngs, <br>There by the little Tavern-of-Last-Times.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</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=384689" data-title="The Tavern of Last Times de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="At Box Hill, Surrey A modern hour from London (as we spin Into a silver thread the miles of space Between us and our goal), there is a place Apart from city traffic, dust, and din, Green with great trees, where hides a quiet Inn. Here Nelson..."></div> </div> </div>

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