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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409714" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Goblet Of Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Filled is Life's goblet to the brim;<br>And though my eyes with tears are dim,<br>I see its sparkling bubbles swim,<br>And chant a melancholy hymn<br>With solemn voice and slow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No purple flowers,--no garlands green,<br>Conceal the goblet's shade or sheen,<br>Nor maddening draughts of Hippocrene,<br>Like gleams of sunshine, flash between<br>Thick leaves of mistletoe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This goblet, wrought with curious art,<br>Is filled with waters, that upstart,<br>When the deep fountains of the heart,<br>By strong convulsions rent apart,<br>Are running all to waste. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as it mantling passes round,<br>With fennel is it wreathed and crowned,<br>Whose seed and foliage sun-imbrowned<br>Are in its waters steeped and drowned,<br>And give a bitter taste. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Above the lowly plants it towers,<br>The fennel, with its yellow flowers,<br>And in an earlier age than ours<br>Was gifted with the wondrous powers,<br>Lost vision to restore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It gave new strength, and fearless mood;<br>And gladiators, fierce and rude,<br>Mingled it in their daily food;<br>And he who battled and subdued,<br>A wreath of fennel wore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then in Life's goblet freely press,<br>The leaves that give it bitterness,<br>Nor prize the colored waters less,<br>For in thy darkness and distress<br>New light and strength they give! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he who has not learned to know<br>How false its sparkling bubbles show,<br>How bitter are the drops of woe,<br>With which its brim may overflow,<br>He has not learned to live. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The prayer of Ajax was for light;<br>Through all that dark and desperate fight<br>The blackness of that noonday night<br>He asked but the return of sight,<br>To see his foeman's face. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let our unceasing, earnest prayer<br>Be, too, for light,--for strength to bear<br>Our portion of the weight of care,<br>That crushes into dumb despair<br>One half the human race. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O suffering, sad humanity!<br>O ye afflicted one; who lie<br>Steeped to the lips in misery,<br>Longing, and yet afraid to die,<br>Patient, though sorely tried! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I pledge you in this cup of grief,<br>Where floats the fennel's bitter leaf! <br>The Battle of our Life is brief<br>The alarm,--the struggle,--the relief,<br>Then sleep we side by side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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And though my eyes with tears are dim,
I see its sparkling bubbles swim,
And chant a melancholy hymn
With solemn voice and slow. 

No purple flowers,--no garlands green,
Conceal the goblet's shade or sheen,
Nor..."></div>
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