<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418791" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The King Of Thule</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN Thule lived a monarch,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still faithful to the grave,<br>To whom his dying mistress</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A golden goblet gave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beyond all price he deem'd it,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He quaff'd it at each feast;<br>And, when he drain'd that goblet,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His tears to flow ne'er ceas'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when he felt death near him,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His cities o'er he told,<br>And to his heir left all things,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But not that cup of gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A regal banquet held he</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In his ancestral ball,<br>In yonder sea-wash'd castle,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Mongst his great nobles all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There stood the aged reveller,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And drank his last life's-glow,--<br>Then hurl'd the holy goblet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Into the flood below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He saw it falling, filling,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sinking 'neath the main,<br>His eyes then closed for ever,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He never drank again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Johann+Wolfgang+von+Goethe">Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</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=418791" data-title="The King Of Thule de Johann Wolfgang von Goethe" data-description="IN Thule lived a monarch, Still faithful to the grave, To whom his dying mistress A golden goblet gave. Beyond all price he deem'd it, He quaff'd it at each feast; And, when he drain'd that goblet, His tears to flow ne'er ceas'd. And when he..."></div> </div> </div>

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