<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410075" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>[Month of] November</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">November is that historied Emperor, <br>Conquered in age, but foot to foot with fate, <br>Who from his refuge high has heard the roar <br>Of squadrons in pursuit, and now, too late, <br>Stirrups the storm and calls the winds to war, <br>And arms the garrison of his last heirloom, <br>And shakes the sky to its extremest shore <br>With battle against irrevocable doom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till, driven and hurled from his strong citadels, <br>He flies in hurrying cloud and spurs him on, <br>Empty of lingerings, empty of farewells <br>And final benedictions, and is gone. <br>But in my garden all the trees have shed <br>Their legacies of the light, and all the flowers are dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Hilaire+Belloc">Hilaire Belloc</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=410075" data-title="[Month of] November de Hilaire Belloc" data-description="November is that historied Emperor, Conquered in age, but foot to foot with fate, Who from his refuge high has heard the roar Of squadrons in pursuit, and now, too late, Stirrups the storm and calls the winds to war, And arms the garrison of ..."></div> </div> </div>

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