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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Flower Of The Ruins</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take thy lute and sing <br>By the ruined castle walls, <br>Where the torrent-foam falls, <br>And long weeds wave: <br>Take thy lute and sing, <br>O'er the grey ancestral grave! <br>Daughter of a King, <br>Tune thy string. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing of happy hours, <br>In the roar of rushing time; <br>Till all the echoes chime <br>To the days gone by; <br>Sing of passing hours <br>To the ever-present sky; - <br>Weep-and let the showers <br>Wake thy flowers. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing of glories gone:- <br>No more the blazoned fold <br>From the banner is unrolled; <br>The gold sun is set. <br>Sing his glory gone, <br>For thy voice may charm him yet; <br>Daughter of the dawn, <br>He is gone! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pour forth all thy grief! <br>Passionately sweep the chords, <br>Wed them quivering to thy words; <br>Wild words of wail! <br>Shed thy withered grief - <br>But hold not Autumn to thy bale; <br>The eddy of the leaf <br>Must be brief! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing up to the night: <br>Hard it is for streaming tears <br>To read the calmness of the spheres; <br>Coldly they shine; <br>Sing up to their light; <br>They have views thou may'st divine - <br>Gain prophetic sight <br>From their light! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the windy hills <br>Lo, the little harebell leans <br>On the spire-grass that it queens, <br>With bonnet blue; <br>Trusting love instils <br>Love and subject reverence true; <br>Learn what love instils <br>On the hills! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the bare wayside <br>Placid snowdrops hang their cheeks, <br>Softly touch'd with pale green streaks, <br>Soon, soon, to die; <br>On the clothed hedgeside <br>Bands of rosy beauties vie, <br>In their prophesied <br>Summer pride. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the snowdrop learn; <br>Not in her pale life lives she, <br>But in her blushing prophecy. <br>Thus be thy hopes, <br>Living but to yearn <br>Upwards to the hidden scopes; - <br>Even within the urn <br>Let them burn! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heroes of thy race - <br>Warriors with golden crowns, <br>Ghostly shapes with marbled frowns <br>Stare thee to stone; <br>Matrons of thy race <br>Pass before thee making moan; <br>Full of solemn grace <br>Is their pace. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Piteous their despair! <br>Piteous their looks forlorn! <br>Terrible their ghostly scorn! <br>Still hold thou fast; - <br>Heed not their despair! - <br>Thou art thy future, not thy past; <br>Let them glance and glare <br>Thro' the air. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou the ruin's bud, <br>Be not that moist rich-smelling weed <br>With its arras-sembled brede, <br>And ruin-haunting stalk; <br>Thou the ruin's bud, <br>Be still the rose that lights the walk, <br>Mix thy fragrant blood <br>With the flood!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Meredith">George Meredith</a><div class=q>
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By the ruined castle walls, 
Where the torrent-foam falls, 
And long weeds wave: 
Take thy lute and sing, 
O'er the grey ancestral grave! 
Daughter of a King, 
Tune thy string. 

Sing of happy hours, 
In the roar of rushing..."></div>
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