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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507610" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dedicatory Poem For "Underwoods"</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">TO her, for I must still regard her<br>As feminine in her degree,<br>Who has been my unkind bombarder<br>Year after year, in grief and glee,<br>Year after year, with oaken tree;<br>And yet betweenwhiles my laudator<br>In terms astonishing to me -<br>To the Right Reverend The Spectator<br>I here, a humble dedicator,<br>Bring the last apples from my tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In tones of love, in tones of warning,<br>She hailed me through my brief career;<br>And kiss and buffet, night and morning,<br>Told me my grandmamma was near;<br>Whether she praised me high and clear<br>Through her unrivalled circulation,<br>Or, sanctimonious insincere,<br>She damned me with a misquotation -<br>A chequered but a sweet relation,<br>Say, was it not, my granny dear?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Believe me, granny, altogether<br>Yours, though perhaps to your surprise.<br>Oft have you spruced my wounded feather,<br>Oft brought a light into my eyes -<br>For notice still the writer cries.<br>In any civil age or nation,<br>The book that is not talked of dies.<br>So that shall be my termination:<br>Whether in praise or execration,<br>Still, if you love me, criticise!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Louis+Stevenson">Robert Louis Stevenson</a><div class=q>
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As feminine in her degree,
Who has been my unkind bombarder
Year after year, in grief and glee,
Year after year, with oaken tree;
And yet betweenwhiles my laudator
In terms astonishing to me -
To the Right Rever..."></div>
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