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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529869" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Newark Abbey</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">August, 1842<br>with a remembrance of August, 1807</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I gaze, where August's sunbeam falls<br>Along these grey and lonely walls,<br>Till in its light absorbed appears<br>The lapse of five-and-thirty years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If change there be, I trace it not<br>In all this consecrated spot:<br>No new imprint of Ruin's march<br>On roofless wall and frameless arch:<br>The hilss, the woods, the fields, the stream,<br>Are basking in the self-same beam:<br>The fall, that turns the unseen mill<br>As then it murmured, murmurs still:<br>It seems, as if in one were cast<br>The present and the imaged past,<br>Spanning, as with bridge sublime,<br>That awful lapse of human time,<br>That gulph, unfathomably spread<br>Between the living and the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For all too well my spirit feels<br>The only change this place reveals:<br>The sunbeams play, the breezes stir,<br>Unseen, unfelt, unheard by her,<br>Who, on that long-past August day,<br>First saw with me those ruins grey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whatever span the fates allow,<br>Ere I shall be as she is now,<br>Still in my bosom's inmost cell<br>Shall that deep-treasured memory dwell:<br>That, more than language can express,<br>Pure miracle of loveliness,<br>Whose voice so sweet, whose eyes so bright,<br>Were my soul's music, and its light,<br>In those blest days, when life was new,<br>And hope was false, but love was true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Love+Peacock">Thomas Love Peacock</a><div class=q>
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with a remembrance of August, 1807


I gaze, where August's sunbeam falls
Along these grey and lonely walls,
Till in its light absorbed appears
The lapse of five-and-thirty years.

If change there be, I trace it not
In all this consec..."></div>
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