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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Ode to Master Endymion Porter, Upon His Brother's Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not all thy flushing suns are set,<br>Herrick, as yet ;<br>Nor doth this far-drawn hemisphere<br>Frown and look sullen ev'rywhere.<br>Days may conclude in nights, and suns may rest<br>As dead within the west ;<br>Yet, the next morn, regild the fragrant east.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas ! for me, that I have lost<br>E'en all almost ;<br>Sunk is my sight, set is my sun,<br>And all the loom of life undone :<br>The staff, the elm, the prop, the shelt'ring wall<br>Whereon my vine did crawl,<br>Now, now blown down ; needs must the old stock fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, Porter, while thou keep'st alive,<br>In death I thrive :<br>And like a phoenix re-aspire<br>From out my nard and fun'ral fire ;<br>And as I prune my feathered youth, so I<br>Do mar'l how I could die<br>When I had thee, my chief preserver, by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm up, I'm up, and bless that hand<br>Which makes me stand<br>Now as I do, and but for thee<br>I must confess I could not be.<br>The debt is paid ; for he who doth resign<br>Thanks to the gen'rous vine<br>Invites fresh grapes to fill his press with wine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Herrick">Robert Herrick</a><div class=q>
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Herrick, as yet ;
Nor doth this far-drawn hemisphere
Frown and look sullen ev'rywhere.
Days may conclude in nights, and suns may rest
As dead within the west ;
Yet, the next morn, regild the fragrant east.

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