<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506909" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Soldier</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled, <br>That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust, <br>But still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust. <br>If we who sight along it round the world, <br>See nothing worthy to have been its mark, <br>It is because like men we look too near, <br>Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere, <br>Our missiles always make too short an arc. <br>They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect <br>The curve of earth, and striking, break their own; <br>They make us cringe for metal-point on stone. <br>But this we know, the obstacle that checked <br>And tripped the body, shot the spirit on <br>Further than target ever showed or shone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Frost">Robert Frost</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=506909" data-title="The Soldier de Robert Frost" data-description="He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled, That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust, But still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust. If we who sight along it round the world, See nothing worthy to have been its mark, It is because like m..."></div> </div> </div>

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