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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447572" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fountain’s Abbey</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NEVER more, when the day is o'er, <br>Will the lonely vespers sound;<br>No bells are ringing—no monks are singing,<br>When the moonlight falls around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A few pale flowers, which in other hours<br>May have cheered the dreary mood;<br>When the votary turned to the world he had spurned,<br>And repined at the solitude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still do they blow 'mid the ruins below,<br>For fallen are fane and shrine,<br>And the moss has grown o'er the sculptured stone<br>Of an altar no more divine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still on the walls where the sunshine falls,<br>The ancient fruit-tree grows;<br>And o'er tablet and tomb, extends the bloom<br>Of many a wilding rose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair though they be, yet they seemed to me<br>To mock the wreck below;<br>For mighty the tower, where the fragile flower<br>May now as in triumph blow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, foolish the thought, that my fancy brought;<br>More true and more wise to say,<br>That still thus doth spring, some gentle thing,<br>With its beauty to cheer decay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Letitia+Elizabeth+Landon">Letitia Elizabeth Landon</a><div class=q>
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Will the lonely vespers sound;
No bells are ringing—no monks are singing,
When the moonlight falls around.

A few pale flowers, which in other hours
May have cheered the dreary mood;
When the votary turned to t..."></div>
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