<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409752" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Poets</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O ye dead Poets, who are living still<br>Immortal in your verse, though life be fled,<br>And ye, O living Poets, who are dead<br>Though ye are living, if neglect can kill,<br>Tell me if in the darkest hours of ill,<br>With drops of anguish falling fast and red<br>From the sharp crown of thorns upon your head<br>Ye were not glad your errand to fulfill?<br>Yes; for the gift and ministry of Song<br>Have something in them so divinely sweet,<br>It can assuage the bitterness of wrong;<br>Not in the clamour of the crowded street,<br>Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng,<br>But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.</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> <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=409752" data-title="The Poets de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="O ye dead Poets, who are living still Immortal in your verse, though life be fled, And ye, O living Poets, who are dead Though ye are living, if neglect can kill, Tell me if in the darkest hours of ill, With drops of anguish falling fast and red F..."></div> </div> </div>

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