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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529600" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bullfinches</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bother Bulleys, let us sing <br> From the dawn till evening! - <br>For we know not that we go not <br> When the day's pale pinions fold <br> Unto those who sang of old. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> When I flew to Blackmoor Vale, <br> Whence the green-gowned faeries hail, <br>Roosting near them I could hear them <br> Speak of queenly Nature's ways, <br> Means, and moods,--well known to fays. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> All we creatures, nigh and far <br> (Said they there), the Mother's are: <br>Yet she never shows endeavour <br> To protect from warrings wild <br> Bird or beast she calls her child. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Busy in her handsome house <br> Known as Space, she falls a-drowse; <br>Yet, in seeming, works on dreaming, <br> While beneath her groping hands <br> Fiends make havoc in her bands. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> How her hussif'ry succeeds <br> She unknows or she unheeds, <br>All things making for Death's taking! <br> --So the green-gowned faeries say <br> Living over Blackmoor way. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Come then, brethren, let us sing, <br> From the dawn till evening! - <br>For we know not that we go not <br> When the day's pale pinions fold <br> Unto those who sang of old.</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=529600" data-title="The Bullfinches de Thomas Hardy" data-description="Bother Bulleys, let us sing From the dawn till evening! - For we know not that we go not When the day's pale pinions fold Unto those who sang of old. When I flew to Blac..."></div> </div> </div>
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