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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408242" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sun Hath Twice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun hath twice brought forth the tender green,<br>And clad the earth in lively lustiness; <br>Once have the winds the trees despoiled clean, <br>And now again begins their cruelness,<br>Since I have hid under my breast the harm <br>That never shall recover healthfulness. <br>The winter's hurt recovers with the warm;<br>The parched green restored is with shade; <br>What warmth, alas, may serve for to disarm <br>The frozen heart that mine in flame hath made?<br>What cold again is able to restore <br>My fresh green years that wither thus and fade? <br>Alas, I see nothing to hurt so sore<br>But time sometime reduceth a return; <br>Yet time my harm increaseth more and more, <br>And seem to have my cure always in scorn.<br>Strange kind of death in life that I do try, <br>At hand to melt, far off in flame to burn; <br>And like as time list to my cure apply,<br>So doth each place my comfort clean refuse. <br>Each thing alive, that sees the heaven with eye, <br>With cloak of night may cover and excuse<br>Himself from travail of the day's unrest, <br>Save I, alas, against all others use, <br>That then stir up the torment of my breast<br>To curse each star as causer of my fate. <br>And when the sun hath eke the dark repressed <br>And brought the day, it doth nothing abate<br>The travail of my endless smart and pain. <br>For then, as one that hath the light in hate, <br>I wish for night, more covertly to plain<br>And me withdraw from every haunted place, <br>Lest in my cheer my chance should 'pear too plain; <br>And with my mind I measure, pace by pace,<br>To seek that place where I myself had lost, <br>That day that I was tangled in that lace, <br>In seeming slack that knitteth ever most;<br>But never yet the travail of my thought <br>Of better state could catch a cause to boast. <br>For if I find that sometime that I have sought<br>Those stars by whom I trusted of the port, <br>My sails do fall, and I advance right naught, <br>As anchored fast; my sprites do all resort<br>To stand atgaas*, and sink in more and more [gazing] <br>The deadly harm which she doth take in sport. <br>Lo, if I seek, how I do find my sore.<br>And if I fly, I carry with me still <br>The venomed shaft which doth his force restore <br>By haste of flight. And I may plain my fill<br>Unto myself, unless this careful song <br>Print in your heart some parcel of my will. <br>For I, alas, in silence all too long<br>Of mine old hurt yet feel the wound but green. <br>Rue on my life, or else your cruel wrong <br>Shall well appear, and by my death be seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Howard">Henry Howard</a><div class=q>
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And clad the earth in lively lustiness; 
Once have the winds the trees despoiled clean, 
And now again begins their cruelness,
Since I have hid under my breast the harm 
That never shall recover h..."></div>
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