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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447588" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Scenes In London IV - The City Churchyard</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I PRAY thee lay me not to rest <br>Among these mouldering bones;<br>Too heavily the earth is prest<br>By all these crowded stones.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life is too gay—life is too near—<br>With all its pomp and toil;<br>I pray thee do not lay me here,<br>In such a world-struck soil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ceaseless roll of wheels would wake<br>The slumbers of the dead;<br>I cannot bear for life to make<br>Its pathway o'er my head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The flags around are cold and drear,<br>They stand apart, alone;<br>And no one ever pauses here,<br>To sorrow for the gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No: lay me in the far green fields<br>The summer sunshine cheers;<br>And where the early wild flower yields<br>The tribute of its tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where shadows the sepulchral yew,<br>Where droops the willow tree,<br>Where the long grass is filled with dew—<br>Oh! make such grave for me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And passers-by, at evening's close,<br>Will pause beside the grave,<br>And moralize o'er the repose<br>They fear, and yet they crave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perhaps some kindly hand may bring<br>Its offering to the tomb;<br>And say, As fades the rose in spring,<br>So fadeth human bloom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But here there is no kindly thought<br>To soothe, and to relieve;<br>No fancies and no flowers are brought,<br>That soften while they grieve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here Poesy and Love come not—<br>It is a world of stone;<br>The grave is bought—is closed—forgot!<br>And then life hurries on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sorrow and beauty—nature—love—<br>Redeem man's common breath;<br>Ah! let them shed the grave above—<br>Give loveliness to death.</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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Among these mouldering bones;
Too heavily the earth is prest
By all these crowded stones.

Life is too gay—life is too near—
With all its pomp and toil;
I pray thee do not lay me here,
In such a world-struck soi..."></div>
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