<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341153" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Muse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In my youth's years, she loved me, I am sure.<br>The flute of seven pipes she gave in my tenure<br>And harked to me with smile -- without speed,<br>Along the ringing holes of the reed,<br>I got to play with my non-artful fingers<br>The peaceful songs of Phrygian village singers,<br>And the important hymns, that gods to mortals bade.<br>>From morn till night in oaks' silent shade<br>I diligently harked to the mysterious virgin;<br>Rewarding me, by chance, for any good decision,<br>And taking locks aside of the enchanting face,<br>She sometimes took from me the flute, such commonplace.<br>The reed became alive in consecrated breathing<br>And filled the heart with holiness unceasing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alexander+Sergeyevich+Pushkin">Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin</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=341153" data-title="Muse de Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin" data-description="In my youth's years, she loved me, I am sure. The flute of seven pipes she gave in my tenure And harked to me with smile -- without speed, Along the ringing holes of the reed, I got to play with my non-artful fingers The peaceful songs of Phrygian..."></div> </div> </div>

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