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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hill Pines Were Sighing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The hill pines were sighing,<br>O'ercast and chill was the day:<br>A mist in the valley lying<br>Blotted the pleasant May.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But deep in the glen's bosom<br>Summer slept in the fire<br>Of the odorous gorse-blossom<br>And the hot scent of the brier.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A ribald cuckoo clamoured,<br>And out of the copse the stroke<br>Of the iron axe that hammered<br>The iron heart of the oak.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Anon a sound appalling,<br>As a hundred years of pride<br>Crashed, in the silence falling;<br>And the shadowy pine-trees sighed.</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=Robert+Seymour+Bridges">Robert Seymour Bridges</a></strong></div>

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