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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409724" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Grave. From The Anglo-Saxon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For thee was a house built<br>Ere thou wast born,<br>For thee was a mould meant<br>Ere thou of mother camest.<br>But it is not made ready,<br>Nor its depth measured,<br>Nor is it seen<br>How long it shall be.<br>Now I bring thee<br>Where thou shalt be;<br>Now I shall measure thee,<br>And the mould afterwards.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy house is not<br>Highly timbered,<br>It is unhigh and low;<br>When thou art therein,<br>The heel-ways are low,<br>The side-ways unhigh.<br>The roof is built<br>Thy breast full nigh,<br>So thou shalt in mould<br>Dwell full cold,<br>Dimly and dark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Doorless is that house,<br>And dark it is within;<br>There thou art fast detained<br>And Death hath the key.<br>Loathsome is that earth-house,<br>And grim within to dwell.<br>There thou shalt dwell,<br>And worms shall divide thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus thou art laid,<br>And leavest thy friends<br>Thou hast no friend,<br>Who will come to thee,<br>Who will ever see<br>How that house pleaseth thee;<br>Who will ever open<br>The door for thee,<br>And descend for thee;<br>For soon thou art loathsome<br>And hateful to see.</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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Ere thou wast born,
For thee was a mould meant
Ere thou of mother camest.
But it is not made ready,
Nor its depth measured,
Nor is it seen
How long it shall be.
Now I bring thee
Where thou shalt be;
Now I shall measure t..."></div>
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