<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XXV</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, miracle of love! That death, which seems<br>So hard a master when he holds his prize,<br>Whom no cajoleries, nor stratagems<br>Of beauty's power, nor wisdom's sophistries,<br>E'er turned aside from his appointed way,<br>But falcon--like, who with relentless foot<br>And pinions spread above his captured prey,<br>Holds his high way in heaven absolute,<br>Nor heeds our questionings: that this same death<br>Should have grown soft and yielded to love's tears,<br>And drawn his talons from their fleshly sheath,<br>And spared awhile his harvest of the years!<br>Oh, miracle in sooth renowned above<br>All other wonders of miraculous love!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfrid+Scawen+Blunt">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</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=536512" data-title="Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XXV de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="Oh, miracle of love! That death, which seems So hard a master when he holds his prize, Whom no cajoleries, nor stratagems Of beauty's power, nor wisdom's sophistries, E'er turned aside from his appointed way, But falcon--like, who with relentless ..."></div> </div> </div>

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