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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537577" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Epitaph On A Free But Tame Redbreast, A Favourite Of Miss Sally Hurdis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">These are not dew-drops, these are tears,<br>And tears by Sally shed <br>For absent Robin, who she fears<br>With too much cause, is dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One morn he came not to her hand<br>As he was wont to come,<br>And, on her finger perched, to stand<br>Picking his breakfast-crumb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alarmed she called him, and perplext<br>She sought him, but in vain;<br>That day he came not, nor the next,<br>Nor ever came again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She therefore raised him here a tomb,<br>Though where he fell, or how,<br>None knows, so secret was his doom,<br>Nor where he moulders now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Had half a score of coxcombs died <br>In social Robin's stead, <br>Poor Sally's tears had soon been dried,<br>Or haply never shed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Bob was neither rudely bold<br>Nor spiritlessly tame,<br>Nor was, like theirs, his bosom cold,<br>But always in a flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cowper">William Cowper</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=537577" data-title="Epitaph On A Free But Tame Redbreast, A Favourite Of Miss Sally Hurdis de William Cowper" data-description="These are not dew-drops, these are tears, And tears by Sally shed For absent Robin, who she fears With too much cause, is dead. One morn he came not to her hand As he was wont to come, And, on her finger perched, to stand Picking his breakfast-c..."></div> </div> </div>
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