<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421021" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Visiting The Tomb Of Burns</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The town, the churchyard, and the setting sun,<br>The clouds, the trees, the rounded hills all seem,<br>Though beautiful, cold- strange- as in a dream<br>I dreamed long ago, now new begun.<br>The short-liv'd, paly summer is but won<br>From winter's ague for one hour's gleam;<br>Through sapphire warm their stars do never beam:<br>All is cold Beauty; pain is never done.<br>For who has mind to relish, Minos-wise,<br>The real of Beauty, free from that dead hue<br>Sickly imagination and sick pride<br>Cast wan upon it? Burns! with honour due<br>I oft have honour'd thee. Great shadow, hide<br>Thy face; I sin against thy native skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Keats">John Keats</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=421021" data-title="On Visiting The Tomb Of Burns de John Keats" data-description="The town, the churchyard, and the setting sun, The clouds, the trees, the rounded hills all seem, Though beautiful, cold- strange- as in a dream I dreamed long ago, now new begun. The short-liv'd, paly summer is but won From winter's ague for one ..."></div> </div> </div>

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