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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396051" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Answer To A Beautiful Poem, Entitled 'The Common Lot</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MONTGOMERY! true, the common lot<br>Of mortals lies in Lethe's wave;<br>Yet some shall never be forgot, <br>Some shall exist beyond the grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Unknown the region of his birth,' <br>The hero rolls the tide of war;<br>Yet not unknown his martial worth, <br>Which glares a meteor from afar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His joy or grief; his weal or woe, <br>Perchance may 'scape the page of fame;<br>Yet nations now unborn will know <br>The record of his deathless name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The patriot's and the poet's frame <br>Must share the common tomb of all:<br>Their glory will not sleep the same; <br>That will arise, though empires fail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lustre of a beauty's eye <br>Assumes the ghastly stare of death;<br>The fair, the brave, the good must die, <br>And sink the yawning grave beneath</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once more the speaking eye revive, <br>Still beaming through the lover's strain;<br>For Petrarch's Laura still survives:<br>She died, but ne'er will die again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rolling seasons pass away, <br>And Time, untiring, waves his wing;<br>Whilst honour's laurel ne'er decay, <br>But bloom in fresh, unfading spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All, all must sleep in grim repose, <br>Collected in the silent tomb;<br>The old and young, with friends and foes, <br>Fest'ring alike in shrouds, consume.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mouldering marble lasts its day, <br>Yet falls at length an useless fane;<br>To ruin's ruthless fangs a prey, <br>The wrecks of pillar'd pride remain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What, though the sculpture he destroy'd, <br>From dark oblivion meant to ward;<br>A bright renown shall he enjoy'd<br>By those whose virtues claim reward</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then do not say the common lot <br>Of all lies deep in Lethe's wave;<br>Some few who ne'er will be forgot <br>Shall burst the bondage of the grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a><div class=q>
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Of mortals lies in Lethe's wave;
Yet some shall never be forgot, 
Some shall exist beyond the grave.

'Unknown the region of his birth,' 
The hero rolls the tide of war;
Yet not unknown his martial worth, 
Which gl..."></div>
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