<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hill Pines Were Sighing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hill pines were sighing,<br>O'ercast and chill was the day:<br>A mist in the valley lying<br>Blotted the pleasant May.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But deep in the glen's bosom<br>Summer slept in the fire<br>Of the odorous gorse-blossom<br>And the hot scent of the brier.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A ribald cuckoo clamoured,<br>And out of the copse the stroke<br>Of the iron axe that hammered<br>The iron heart of the oak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anon a sound appalling,<br>As a hundred years of pride<br>Crashed, in the silence falling;<br>And the shadowy pine-trees sighed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Seymour+Bridges">Robert Seymour Bridges</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=508025" data-title="The Hill Pines Were Sighing de Robert Seymour Bridges" data-description="The hill pines were sighing, O'ercast and chill was the day: A mist in the valley lying Blotted the pleasant May. But deep in the glen's bosom Summer slept in the fire Of the odorous gorse-blossom And the hot scent of the brier. A ribald cuckoo ..."></div> </div> </div>

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