<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396902" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lesson of Grief</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not ere the bitter herb we taste,<br>Which ages thought of happy times,<br>To plant us in a weeping waste,<br>Rings with our fellows this one heart<br>Accordant chimes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I had shed my glad year's leaf,<br>I did believe I stood alone,<br>Till that great company of Grief<br>Taught me to know this craving heart<br>For not my own.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396902" data-title="The Lesson of Grief de George Meredith" data-description="Not ere the bitter herb we taste, Which ages thought of happy times, To plant us in a weeping waste, Rings with our fellows this one heart Accordant chimes. When I had shed my glad year's leaf, I did believe I stood alone, Till that great company..."></div> </div> </div>

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