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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396266" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time! on whose arbitrary wing<br> The varying hours must flag or fly,<br>Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring,<br> But drag or drive us on to die---<br>Hail thou! who on my birth bestowed<br> Those boons to all that know thee known;<br>Yet better I sustain thy load,<br> For now I bear the weight alone.<br>I would not one fond heart should share<br> The bitter moments thou hast given;<br>And pardon thee---since thou couldst spare<br> All that I loved, to peace or Heaven.<br>To them be joy or rest---on me<br> Thy future ills shall press in vain;<br>I nothing owe but years to thee,<br> A debt already paid in pain.<br>Yet even that pain was some relief;<br> It felt, but still forgot thy power:<br>The active agony of grief<br> Retards, but never counts the hour.<br>In joy I've sighed to think thy flight<br> Would soon subside from swift to slow;<br>Thy cloud could overcast the light,<br> But could not add a night to Woe;<br>For then, however drear and dark,<br> My soul was suited to thy sky;<br>One star alone shot forth a spark<br> To prove thee---not Eternity.<br>That beam hath sunk---and now thou art<br> A blank---a thing to count and curse<br>Through each dull tedious trifling part,<br> Which all regret, yet all rehearse.<br>One scene even thou canst not deform---<br> The limit of thy sloth or speed<br>When future wanderers bear the storm<br> Which we shall sleep too sound to heed.<br>And I can smile to think how weak<br> Thine efforts shortly shall be shown,<br>When all the vengeance thou canst wreak<br> Must fall upon---a nameless stone.</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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 The varying hours must flag or fly,
Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring,
 But drag or drive us on to die---
Hail thou! who on my birth bestowed
 Those boons to all that know thee known;
Yet better I sustain thy load,..."></div>
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