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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=424658" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Anthology Prepared</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=424658" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His wish was wit with wisdom well to wed<br>within an epigram, - he found instead<br>some thought slight wit was there and that was slight, <br>he witless seemed to others, lacked insight.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=424658" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He kept in sight their criticism there, <br>and kept from sight verse, parodies hors pair, <br>for some insipid seemed, rose-water, trite, -<br>but then began to fly another kite.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=424658" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He pruned, he tuned, communed, was often led<br>to pulp the offspring fond that Time had bled, <br>until the flow could sew in framwork tight<br>both harmony and sense, in fancy’s flight.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=424658" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For the first time he’s spurred to offer fare, -<br>incisive works beyond the critics’ care, <br>will cast no anxious glance to who’d indict <br>with bark or bite the verses seen tonight. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=424658" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Dust swept by one who sought to look ahead, <br>through Internet a reputation spread, -<br>but what is fame, a lighthouse in the night, <br>a passing beam before eternal night...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=424658" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">May this collection transcend Time the slayer, <br>to challenge finite ends is poet’s prayer.<br>May this selection stimulate, invite<br>reflection, humour, pleasure bright.</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=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a></strong></div>

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