<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384732" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Time's Defeat</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time has made conquest of so many things<br>That once were mine. Swift-footed, eager youth<br>That ran to meet the years; bold brigand health,<br>That broke all laws of reason unafraid,<br>And laughed at talk of punishment. Close ties</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Of blood and friendship, and that joy of life,<br>Which reads its music in the major key<br>And will not listen to a minor strain-<br>These things and many more are spoils of time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Yet as a conqueror who only storms<br>The outposts of a town, and finds the fort<br>Too strong to be assailed, so time retreats<br>And knows his impotence. He cannot take<br>My three great jewels from the crown of life;<br>Love, sympathy, and faith; and year on year<br>He sees them grow in lustre and in worth,<br>And glowers by me, plucking at his beard,<br>And dragging as he goes, a useless scythe.<br>Once in the dark he plotted with his friend<br>Grim death, to steal my treasures. Death replied:<br>'They are immortal, and beyond thy reach:<br>I could but set them in another sphere,<br>To shine with greater lustre.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Time and Death<br>Passed on together, knowing their defeat;<br>And I am singing by the road of life.</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=384732" data-title="Time's Defeat de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="Time has made conquest of so many things That once were mine. Swift-footed, eager youth That ran to meet the years; bold brigand health, That broke all laws of reason unafraid, And laughed at talk of punishment. Close ties Of blood and friendshi..."></div> </div> </div>

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