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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529423" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A King's Soliloquy [On the Night of His Funeral]</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the slow march and muffled drum,<br>And crowds distrest,<br>And book and bell, at length I have come<br>To my full rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A ten years' rule beneath the sun<br>Is wound up here,<br>And what I have done, what left undone,<br>Figures out clear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Yet in the estimate of such<br>It grieves me more<br>That I by some was loved so much<br>Than that I bore,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>From others, judgment of that hue<br>Which over-hope<br>Breeds from a theoretic view<br>Of regal scope.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>For kingly opportunities<br>Right many have sighed;<br>How best to bear its devilries<br>Those learn who have tried!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I have eaten the fat and drunk the sweet,<br>Lived the life out<br>From the first greeting glad drum-beat<br>To the last shout.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>What pleasure earth affords to kings<br>I have enjoyed<br>Through its long vivid pulse-stirrings<br>Even till it cloyed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>What days of strain, what nights of stress<br>Can cark a throne,<br>Even one maintained in peacefulness,<br>I too have known.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And so, I think, could I step back<br>To life again,<br>I should prefer the average track<br>Of average men,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Since, as with them, what kingship would<br>It cannot do,<br>Nor to first thoughts however good<br>Hold itself true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Something binds hard the royal hand,<br>As all that be,<br>And it is That has shaped, has planned<br>My acts and me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hardy">Thomas Hardy</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=529423" data-title="A King's Soliloquy [On the Night of His Funeral] de Thomas Hardy" data-description="From the slow march and muffled drum, And crowds distrest, And book and bell, at length I have come To my full rest. A ten years' rule beneath the sun Is wound up here, And what I have done, what left undone, Figures out clear. Yet in the esti..."></div> </div> </div>
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