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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420021" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For Elizabeth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Beautiful&quot; she said; <br>And none can her gainsay.<br>The poetess who spoke, <br>then, in quiet, passed away.<br>Cossetted within her husband's arms, <br>frail and small in death's repose, <br>Never again would she put pen to paper.<br>No more sonnets would her art compose.<br>Her illnesses had dogged her all her life.<br>Only morphine kept the pain at bay.<br>It also gave to her a heightened sense<br>of the beauty of mundane reality.<br>How vividly did her expressive eyes<br>Put words to thoughts and thoughts to<br>printed page.<br>She was the wild enthusiast of life, <br>whose poetry was the spirit of the age.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q>
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And none can her gainsay.
The poetess who spoke, 
then, in quiet, passed away.
Cossetted within her husband's arms, 
frail and small in death's repose, 
Never again would she put pen to paper.
No more sonnets would..."></div>
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