<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529619" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dead Man Walking</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They hail me as one living,<br>But don't they know<br>That I have died of late years,<br>Untombed although?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am but a shape that stands here,<br>A pulseless mould,<br>A pale past picture, screening<br>Ashes gone cold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not at a minute's warning,<br>Not in a loud hour,<br>For me ceased Time's enchantments<br>In hall and bower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was no tragic transit,<br>No catch of breath,<br>When silent seasons inched me<br>On to this death ...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">-- A Troubadour-youth I rambled<br>With Life for lyre,<br>The beats of being raging<br>In me like fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when I practised eyeing<br>The goal of men,<br>It iced me, and I perished<br>A little then.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When passed my friend, my kinsfolk,<br>Through the Last Door,<br>And left me standing bleakly,<br>I died yet more;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when my Love's heart kindled<br>In hate of me,<br>Wherefore I knew not, died I<br>One more degree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if when I died fully<br>I cannot say,<br>And changed into the corpse-thing<br>I am to-day,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet is it that, though whiling<br>The time somehow<br>In walking, talking, smiling,<br>I live not now.</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=529619" data-title="The Dead Man Walking de Thomas Hardy" data-description="They hail me as one living, But don't they know That I have died of late years, Untombed although? I am but a shape that stands here, A pulseless mould, A pale past picture, screening Ashes gone cold. Not at a minute's warning, Not in a loud hou..."></div> </div> </div>

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