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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529710" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thought Of Ph---a At News Of Her Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NOT a line of her writing have I,<br> Not a thread of her hair,<br> No mark of her late time as dame in her dwelling, whereby<br> I may picture her there;<br> And in vain do I urge my unsight<br> To conceive my lost prize<br> At her close, whom I knew when her dreams were upbrimming with light,<br> And with laughter her eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> What scenes spread around her last days,<br> Sad, shining, or dim?<br> Did her gifts and compassions enray and enarch her sweet ways<br> With an aureate nimb?<br> Or did life-light decline from her years,<br> And mischances control<br> Her full day-star; unease, or regret, or forebodings, or fears<br> Disennoble her soul?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thus I do but the phantom retain<br> Of the maiden of yore<br> As my relic; yet haply the best of her--fined in my brain<br> It may be the more<br> That no line of her writing have I,<br> Nor a thread of her hair,<br> No mark of her late time as dame in her dwelling, whereby<br> I may picture her there.</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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 Not a thread of her hair,
 No mark of her late time as dame in her dwelling, whereby
 I may picture her there;
 And in vain do I urge my unsight
 To conceive my lost prize
 At her close, whom I knew when her drea..."></div>
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