<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=414342" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">John Keats.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream? <br> and scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by.<br>The transient pleasures as a vision seem <br>and yet we think the greatest pain’s to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Glosa a tribute</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can death be sleep when life is but a dream.<br>The final dreamless sleep which grants us rest<br>.Or better yet part of some greater scheme<br> which guarantees we all find release.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From misery which seems always to increase<br> and scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by<br> on flying feet as if they’re loath to cease<br>their swift progress momentarily.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They pass as swiftly as a stray sunbeam <br>which penetrates through cloudy skies of gray.<br>The transient pleasures as a vision seem<br> a sign of hope that quickly fades away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why is that we suffer constantly <br>It may well be death sets us free to fly <br>towards the light where we are meant to be<br>.And yet we think the greatest pain’s to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">7-Sep-08</div><div style="margin:10px 0">http: // blog.myspace.com/poetic piers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</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=414342" data-title="On Death de Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg" data-description="John Keats. Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream? and scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by. The transient pleasures as a vision seem and yet we think the greatest pain’s to die. Glosa a tribute Can death be sleep when life is but ..."></div> </div> </div>

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