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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=407892" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Habeas Corpus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 My body, eh? Friend Death, how now? <br>2 Why all this tedious pomp of writ?<br>3 Thou hast reclaimed it sure and slow<br>4 For half a century bit by bit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">5 In faith thou knowest more to-day<br>6 Than I do, where it can be found!<br>7 This shrivelled lump of suffering clay,<br>8 To which I am now chained and bound,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">9 Has not of kith or kin a trace<br>10 To the good body once I bore;<br>11 Look at this shrunken, ghastly face:<br>12 Didst ever see that face before?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">13 Ah, well, friend Death, good friend thou art;<br>14 Thy only fault thy lagging gait,<br>15 Mistaken pity in thy heart<br>16 For timorous ones that bid thee wait.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">17 Do quickly all thou hast to do,<br>18 Nor I nor mine will hindrance make;<br>19 I shall be free when thou art through;<br>20 I grudge thee nought that thou must take!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">21 Stay! I have lied; I grudge thee one,<br>22 Yes, two I grudge thee at this last,--<br>23 Two members which have faithful done<br>24 My will and bidding in the past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">25 I grudge thee this right hand of mine;<br>26 I grudge thee this quick-beating heart;<br>27 They never gave me coward sign,<br>28 Nor played me once the traitor's part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">29 I see now why in olden days<br>30 Men in barbaric love or hate<br>31 Nailed enemies' hands at wild crossways,<br>32 Shrined leaders' hearts in costly state:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">33 The symbol, sign and instrument<br>34 Of each soul's purpose, passion, strife,<br>35 Of fires in which are poured and spent<br>36 Their all of love, their all of life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">37 O feeble, mighty human hand!<br>38 O fragile, dauntless human heart!<br>39 The universe holds nothing planned<br>40 With such sublime, transcendent art!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">41 Yes, Death, I own I grudge thee mine<br>42 Poor little hand, so feeble now;<br>43 Its wrinkled palm, its altered line,<br>44 Its veins so pallid and so slow --</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> * * * (Unfinished here.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">45 Ah, well, friend Death, good friend thou art;<br>46 I shall be free when thou art through.<br>47 Take all there is -- take hand and heart;<br>48 There must be somewhere work to do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Helen+Hunt+Jackson">Helen Hunt Jackson</a><div class=q>
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2 Why all this tedious pomp of writ?
3 Thou hast reclaimed it sure and slow
4 For half a century bit by bit.

5 In faith thou knowest more to-day
6 Than I do, where it can be found!
7 This shrivelled lump of ..."></div>
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