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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529442" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Ancient to Ancients</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where once we danced, where once we sang, <br>Gentlemen, <br>The floors are sunken, cobwebs hang, <br>And cracks creep; worms have fed upon <br>The doors. Yea, sprightlier times were then <br>Than now, with harps and tabrets gone, <br>Gentlemen! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where once we rowed, where once we sailed, <br>Gentlemen, <br>And damsels took the tiller, veiled <br>Against too strong a stare (God wot <br>Their fancy, then or anywhen!) <br>Upon that shore we are clean forgot, <br>Gentlemen! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have lost somewhat of that, afar and near, <br>Gentlemen, <br>The thinning of our ranks each year <br>Affords a hint we are nigh undone, <br>That shall not be ever again <br>The marked of many, loved of one, <br>Gentlemen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In dance the polka hit our wish, <br>Gentlemen, <br>The paced quadrille, the spry schottische, <br>&quot;Sir Roger.&quot;--And in opera spheres <br>The &quot;Girl&quot; (the famed &quot;Bohemian&quot;), <br>And &quot;Trovatore&quot; held the ears, <br>Gentlemen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This season's paintings do not please, <br>Gentlemen <br>Like Etty, Mulready, Maclise; <br>Throbbing romance had waned and wanned; <br>No wizard wields the witching pen <br>Of Bulwer, Scott, Dumas, and Sand, <br>Gentlemen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bower we shrined to Tennyson, <br>Gentlemen, <br>Is roof-wrecked; damps there drip upon <br>Sagged seats, the creeper-nails are rust, <br>The spider is sole denizen; <br>Even she who voiced those rhymes is dust, <br>Gentlemen! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We who met sunrise sanguine-souled, <br>Gentlemen, <br>Are wearing weary. We are old; <br>These younger press; we feel our rout <br>Is imminent to Aïdes' den,-- <br>That evening shades are stretching out, <br>Gentlemen! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet, though ours be failing frames, <br>Gentlemen, <br>So were some others' history names, <br>Who trode their track light-limbed and fast <br>As these youth, and not alien <br>From enterprise, to their long last, <br>Gentlemen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sophocles, Plato, Socrates, <br>Gentlemen, <br>Pythagoras, Thucydides, <br>Herodotus, and Homer,--yea, <br>Clement, Augustin, Origen, <br>Burnt brightlier towards their setting-day, <br>Gentlemen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ye, red-lipped and smooth-browed; list, <br>Gentlemen; <br>Much is there waits you we have missed; <br>Much lore we leave you worth the knowing, <br>Much, much has lain outside our ken; <br>Nay, rush not: time serves: we are going, <br>Gentlemen.</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>
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Gentlemen, 
The floors are sunken, cobwebs hang, 
And cracks creep; worms have fed upon 
The doors. Yea, sprightlier times were then 
Than now, with harps and tabrets gone, 
Gentlemen! 

Where once we row..."></div>
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