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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341505" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Were I a Poet, I would dwell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Were I a Poet, I would dwell,<br>Not upon lonely height,<br>Nor cloistered in disdainful cell<br>From human sound and sight.<br>I would live nestled near my kind,<br>Deep in a garden garth,<br>That they who loved my verse might find<br>A pathway to my hearth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`I would not sing of sceptred Kings,<br>The Tyrant and his thrall,<br>But everyday pathetic things,<br>That happen to us all:<br>The love that lasts through joy, through grief,<br>The faith that never wanes,<br>And every wilding bird and leaf<br>That gladdens English lanes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Nor would I shape for Fame my lay,<br>But only for the sake<br>Of singing, and to charm away<br>My own or other's ache;<br>To close the wound, to soothe the smart,<br>To heal the feud of years,<br>And move the misbelieving heart<br>To tenderness and tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`And when to me should come the night,<br>And I could sing no more,<br>And faithful lips could but recite<br>What I had sung before,<br>I would not have a pompous strain<br>Resound about my shroud,<br>Nor sepulchre in sumptuous fane,<br>Near to the great and proud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`But only they who loved me best<br>Should bear me and my lyre,<br>And lay us, with my kin, at rest<br>Under the hamlet spire,<br>Where everything around still breathes<br>Of prayer that soothes and saves,<br>And widowed hands bear cottage wreaths<br>To unforgotten graves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`And they might raise another cross<br>Within that hallowed ground,<br>And tend the flowers and trim the moss<br>About my grassy mound;<br>But, honouring me, would carve above<br>No impious boast of Fame,<br>And, not for Glory, but for Love,<br>Would keep alive my name.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Austin">Alfred Austin</a><div class=q>
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Not upon lonely height,
Nor cloistered in disdainful cell
From human sound and sight.
I would live nestled near my kind,
Deep in a garden garth,
That they who loved my verse might find
A pathway to my hearth.

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