<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472472" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I 'm ashamed,--that 's the fact,--it 's a pitiful case,--<br>Won't any kind classmate get up in my place?<br>Just remember how often I've risen before,--<br>I blush as I straighten my legs on the floor!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are stories, once pleasing, too many times told,--<br>There are beauties once charming, too fearfully old,--<br>There are voices we've heard till we know them so well,<br>Though they talked for an hour they'd have nothing to tell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, Classmates! Friends! Brothers! Dear blessed old boys!<br>Made one by a lifetime of sorrows and joys,<br>What lips have such sounds as the poorest of these,<br>Though honeyed, like Plato's, by musical bees?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What voice is so sweet and what greeting so dear<br>As the simple, warm welcome that waits for us here?<br>The love of our boyhood still breathes in its tone,<br>And our hearts throb the answer, 'He's one of our own!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay! count not our numbers; some sixty we know,<br>But these are above, and those under the snow;<br>And thoughts are still mingled wherever we meet<br>For those we remember with those that we greet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have rolled on life's journey,--how fast and how far!<br>One round of humanity's many-wheeled car,<br>But up-hill and down-hill, through rattle and rub,<br>Old, true Twenty-niners! we've stuck to our hub!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While a brain lives to think, or a bosom to feel,<br>We will cling to it still like the spokes of a wheel!<br>And age, as it chills us, shall fasten the tire<br>That youth fitted round in his circle of fire!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</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=472472" data-title="Lines de Oliver Wendell Holmes" data-description="I 'm ashamed,--that 's the fact,--it 's a pitiful case,-- Won't any kind classmate get up in my place? Just remember how often I've risen before,-- I blush as I straighten my legs on the floor! There are stories, once pleasing, too many times tol..."></div> </div> </div>

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