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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396134" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines Written Beneath An Elm In The Churchyard Of Harrow On The Hill, Sept. 2, 1807</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh,<br>Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky;<br>Where now alone I muse, who oft have trod,<br>With those I loved, thy soft and verdant sod;<br>With those who, scattered far, perchance deplore,<br>Like me, the happy scenes they knew before:<br>Oh! as I trace again thy winding hill,<br>Mine eyes admire, my heart adores thee still,<br>Thou drooping Elm! beneath whose boughs I lay,<br>And frequent mused the twilight hours away;<br>Where, as they once were wont, my limbs recline,<br>But ah! without the thoughts which then were mine.<br>How do thy branches, moaning to the blast,<br>Invite the bosom to recall the past,<br>And seem to whisper, as the gently swell,<br>'Take, while thou canst, a lingering, last farewell!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When fate shall chill, at length, this fevered breast,<br>And calm its cares and passions into rest,<br>Oft have I thought, 'twould soothe my dying hour,— <br>If aught may soothe when life resigns her power,— <br>To know some humbler grave, some narrow cell,<br>Would hide my bosom where it loved to dwell.<br>With this fond dream, methinks, 'twere sweet to die— <br>And here it lingered, here my heart might lie;<br>Here might I sleep, where all my hopes arose,<br>Scene of my youth, and couch of my repose;<br>For ever stretched beneath this mantling shade,<br>Pressed by the turf where once my childhood played;<br>Wrapped by the soil that veils the spot I loved,<br>Mixed with the earth o'er which my footsteps moved;<br>Blest by the tongues that charmed my youthful ear,<br>Mourned by the few my soul acknowledged here;<br>Deplored by those in early days allied,<br>And unremembered by the world beside.</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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Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky;
Where now alone I muse, who oft have trod,
With those I loved, thy soft and verdant sod;
With those who, scattered far, perchance deplore,
Like me, the h..."></div>
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