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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=580012" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>TIS come!--the last pale ev'ning-close</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'TIS come!--the last pale ev'ning-close<br>Whose shade shall sink around me here;<br>And unto me its deep repose,<br>Brings many a wildly-gushing tear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, let me dash the drops away,<br>Which thus, in idle sorrow shed,<br>A soul un nerv'd, unstrung, betray ,--<br>Which droops--nor will be comforted. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My quiet home, farewell!--I go<br>Forth to the cold bleak world again,<br>A wanderer mid its scenes of woe,<br>To seek for sheltering peace in vain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! long my heart will warmly cling<br>To thee, as to some hallow'd spot,<br>Where falshood's deadly withering,<br>And life's stern storms were all forgot. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And some short moments wing'd with bliss,<br>Pass'd o'er my spirit, like a tone<br>Of the air-harp, when night-winds kiss<br>Its chords, to music wild and lone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My cherish'd home a long farewell!<br>The pangs which on my bosom press,<br>As on that word I ling'ring dwell<br>Are rous'd to keenest wretchedness!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eliza+Acton">Eliza Acton</a><div class=q>
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Whose shade shall sink around me here;
And unto me its deep repose,
Brings many a wildly-gushing tear. 

Nay, let me dash the drops away,
Which thus, in idle sorrow shed,
A soul un nerv'd, unstrung, betray ,..."></div>
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