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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391514" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bring Flowers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bring flowers, young flowers, for the festal board,<br>To wreathe the cup ere the wine is pour'd;<br>Bring flowers! they are springing in wood and vale,<br>Their breath floats out on the southern gale,<br>And the touch of the sunbeam hath waked the rose,<br>To deck the hall where the bright wine flows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bring flowers to strew in the conqueror's path-<br>He hath shaken thrones with his stormy wrath!<br>He comes with the spoils of nations back,<br>The vines lie crush'd in his chariot's track,<br>The turf looks red where he won the day-<br>Bring flowers to die in the conqueror's way!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bring flowers to the captive's lonely cell,<br>They have tales of the joyous woods to tell;<br>Of the free blue streams, and the glowing sky,<br>And the bright world shut from his languid eye;<br>They will bear him a thought of the sunny hours,<br>And a dream of his youth-bring him flowers, wild flowers!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bring flowers, fresh flowers, for the bride to wear!<br>They were born to blush in her shining hair.<br>She is leaving the home of her childhood's mirth,<br>She hath bid farewell to her father's hearth,<br>Her place is now by another's side-<br>Bring flowers for the locks of the fair young bride!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bring flowers, pale flowers, o'er the bier to shed,<br>A crown for the brow of the early dead!<br>For this through its leaves hath the white-rose burst,<br>For this in the woods was the violet nurs'd.<br>Though they smile in vain for what once was ours,<br>They are love's last gift-bring ye flowers, pale flowers!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bring flowers to the shrine where we kneel in prayer,<br>They are nature's offering, their place is there! <br>They speak of hope to the fainting heart,<br>With a voice of promise they come and part,<br>They sleep in dust through the wintry hours,<br>They break forth in glory-bring flowers, bright flowers!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q>
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To wreathe the cup ere the wine is pour'd;
Bring flowers! they are springing in wood and vale,
Their breath floats out on the southern gale,
And the touch of the sunbeam hath waked the rose,
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