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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Death - Scene</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;O day! he cannot die<br>When thou so fair art shining!<br>O Sun, in such a glorious sky,<br>So tranquilly declining; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He cannot leave thee now,<br>While fresh west winds are blowing,<br>And all around his youthful brow<br>Thy cheerful light is glowing! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Edward, awake, awake -<br>The golden evening gleams<br>Warm and bright on Arden's lake -<br>Arouse thee from thy dreams! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beside thee, on my knee,<br>My dearest friend! I pray<br>That thou, to cross the eternal sea,<br>Wouldst yet one hour delay: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hear its billows roar -<br>I see them foaming high;<br>But no glimpse of a further shore<br>Has blest my straining eye. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Believe not what they urge<br>Of Eden isles beyond;<br>Turn back, from that tempestuous surge,<br>To thy own native land. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is not death, but pain<br>That struggles in thy breast -<br>Nay, rally, Edward, rouse again;<br>I cannot let thee rest!&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One long look, that sore reproved me<br>For the woe I could not bear -<br>One mute look of suffering moved me<br>To repent my useless prayer: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, with sudden check, the heaving<br>Of distraction passed away;<br>Not a sign of further grieving<br>Stirred my soul that awful day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Paled, at length, the sweet sun setting;<br>Sunk to peace the twilight breeze:<br>Summer dews fell softly, wetting<br>Glen, and glade, and silent trees. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then his eyes began to weary,<br>Weighed beneath a mortal sleep;<br>And their orbs grew strangely dreary,<br>Clouded, even as they would weep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But they wept not, but they changed not,<br>Never moved, and never closed;<br>Troubled still, and still they ranged not -<br>Wandered not, nor yet reposed! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I knew that he was dying -<br>Stooped, and raised his languid head;<br>Felt no breath, and heard no sighing,<br>So I knew that he was dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Jane+Bront%C3%AB">Emily Jane Brontë</a><div class=q>
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When thou so fair art shining!
O Sun, in such a glorious sky,
So tranquilly declining; 

He cannot leave thee now,
While fresh west winds are blowing,
And all around his youthful brow
Thy cheerful light is glowing! 

Edw..."></div>
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