<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115713" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The North Wind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">That wind is from the North, I know it well;<br>No other breeze could have so wild a swell.<br>Now deep and loud it thunders round my cell,<br>The faintly dies,<br>And softly sighs,<br>And moans and murmurs mournfully.<br>I know its language; thus is speaks to me<br>'I have passed over thy own mountains dear,<br>Thy northern mountains - and they still are free,<br>Still lonely, wild, majestic, bleak and drear,<br>And stern and lovely, as they used to be<br>When thou, a young enthusiast,<br>As wild and free as they,<br>O'er rocks and glens and snowy heights<br>Didst often love to stray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've blown the wild untrodden snows<br>In whirling eddies from their brows,<br>And I have howled in caverns wild<br>Where thou, a joyous mountain child,<br>Didst dearly love to be.<br>The sweet world is not changed, but thou<br>Art pining in a dungeon now,<br>Where thou must ever be;<br>No voice but mine can reach thine ear,<br>And Heaven has kindly sent me here,<br>To mourn and sigh with thee,<br>And tell thee of the cherished land<br>Of thy nativity.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blow on, wild wind, thy solemn voice,<br>However sad and drear,<br>Is nothing to the gloomy silence<br>I have had to bear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hot tears are streaming from my eyes,<br>But these are better far<br>Than that dull gnawing tearless [time]<br>The stupor of despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Confined and hopeless as I am,<br>O speak of liberty,<br>O tell me of my mountain home,<br>And I will welcome thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bront%C3%AB">Anne Brontë</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=115713" data-title="The North Wind de Anne Brontë" data-description="That wind is from the North, I know it well;/No other breeze could have so wild a swell./Now deep and loud it thunders round my cell,/The faintly dies,/And softly sighs,/And moans and murmurs mournfully./I know its language; thus is speaks to me/'..."></div> </div> </div>

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