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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409594" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Finale</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409594" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The hour was late; the fire burned low,<br>The Landlord's eyes were closed in sleep,<br>And near the story's end a deep,<br>Sonorous sound at times was heard,<br>As when the distant bagpipes blow.<br>At this all laughed; the Landlord stirred,<br>As one awaking from a swound,<br>And, gazing anxiously around,<br>Protested that he had not slept,<br>But only shut his eyes, and kept <br>His ears attentive to each word. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409594" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then all arose, and said 'Good Night.' <br>Alone remained the drowsy Squire<br>To rake the embers of the fire, <br>And quench the waning parlor light;<br>While from the windows, here and there,<br>The scattered lamps a moment gleamed,<br>And the illumined hostel seemed<br>The constellation of the Bear,<br>Downward, athwart the misty air,<br>Sinking and setting toward the sun.<br>Far off the village clock struck one.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a></strong></div>