<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538552" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At Dover</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou, whose stern spirit loves the storm,<br>That, borne on Terror's desolating wings,<br>Shakes the high forest, or remorseless flings<br>The shivered surge; when rising griefs deform<br>Thy peaceful breast, hie to yon steep, and think,--<br>When thou dost mark the melancholy tide<br>Beneath thee, and the storm careering wide,--<br>Tossed on the surge of life how many sink!<br>And if thy cheek with one kind tear be wet,<br>And if thy heart be smitten, when the cry<br>Of danger and of death is heard more nigh,<br>Oh, learn thy private sorrows to forget;<br>Intent, when hardest beats the storm, to save<br>One who, like thee, has suffered from the wave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Lisle+Bowles">William Lisle Bowles</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=538552" data-title="At Dover de William Lisle Bowles" data-description="Thou, whose stern spirit loves the storm, That, borne on Terror's desolating wings, Shakes the high forest, or remorseless flings The shivered surge; when rising griefs deform Thy peaceful breast, hie to yon steep, and think,-- When thou dost mark..."></div> </div> </div>

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