<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396936" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The State Of Age</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rub thou thy battered lamp: nor claim nor beg<br>Honours from aught about thee. Light the young.<br>Thy frame is as a dusty mantle hung,<br>O grey one! pendant on a loosened peg.<br>Thou art for this our life an ancient egg,<br>Or a tough bird: thou hast a rudderless tongue,<br>Turning dead trifles, like the cock of dung,<br>Which runs, Time's contrast to thy halting leg.<br>Nature, it is most sure, not thee admires.<br>But hast thou in thy season set her fires<br>To burn from Self to Spirit through the lash,<br>Honoured the sons of Earth shall hold thee high:<br>Yea, to spread light when thy proud letter I<br>Drops prone and void as any thoughtless dash.</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=396936" data-title="The State Of Age de George Meredith" data-description="Rub thou thy battered lamp: nor claim nor beg Honours from aught about thee. Light the young. Thy frame is as a dusty mantle hung, O grey one! pendant on a loosened peg. Thou art for this our life an ancient egg, Or a tough bird: thou hast a rudde..."></div> </div> </div>

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