<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508258" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Clemenceau</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">His frown brought terror to his foes,<br> But now in twilight of his days<br>The pure perfection of a rose<br> Can kindle rapture in his gaze.<br>Where once he swung the sword of wrath<br> And peoples trembled at his word,<br>With hoe he trims a pansied path<br> And listens to a bird.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His large of life was lived with noise,<br> With war and strife and crash of kings:<br>But now he hungers for the joys<br> Of peace, and hush of homely things.<br>His old dog nuzzles by his knee,<br> And seems to say: 'Oh Master dear,<br>Please do not ever part from me!<br> We are so happy here.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His ancient maid, as sky draws dim,<br> Calls to him that the soup grows cold.<br>She tyrannises over him<br> Who once held armies in his hold.<br>With slippers, old skull-cap and shawl<br> He dreams and dozes by the fire,<br>Sighing: 'Behold the end of all,<br> Sweet rest my sole desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My task is done, my pen is still;<br> My Book is there for all to see,--<br>The final triumph of my will,<br> Ineffably, my victory.<br>A Tiger once, but now a lamb,<br> With frailing hand my gate I close.<br>How hushed my heart! My life how calm!<br> --Its crown a Rose.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</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=508258" data-title="Clemenceau de Robert William Service" data-description="His frown brought terror to his foes, But now in twilight of his days The pure perfection of a rose Can kindle rapture in his gaze. Where once he swung the sword of wrath And peoples trembled at his word, With hoe he trims a pansied path And l..."></div> </div> </div>

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