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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348372" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Cloud Chorus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SOCRATES SPEAKS</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hither, come hither, ye Clouds renowned, and unveil yourselves<br>here;<br>Come, though ye dwell on the sacred crests of Olympian snow,<br>Or whether ye dance with the Nereid Choir in the gardens clear,<br>Or whether your golden urns are dipped in Nile's overflow,<br>Or whether you dwell by Maeotis mere<br>Or the snows of Mimas, arise! appear!<br>And hearken to us, and accept our gifts ere ye rise and go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE CLOUDS SING</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Immortal Clouds from the echoing shore<br>Of the father of streams from the sounding sea,<br>Dewy and fleet, let us rise and soar;<br>Dewy and gleaming and fleet are we!<br>Let us look on the tree-clad mountain-crest,<br>On the sacred earth where the fruits rejoice,<br>On the waters that murmur east and west,<br>On the tumbling sea with his moaning voice.<br>For unwearied glitters the Eye of the Air,<br>And the bright rays gleam;<br>Then cast we our shadows of mist, and fare<br>In our deathless shapes to glance everywhere<br>From the height of the heaven, on the land and air,<br>And the Ocean Stream.<br>Let us on, ye Maidens that bring the Rain,<br>Let us gaze on Pallas's citadel,<br>In the country of Cecrops fair and dear,<br>The mystic land of the holy cell,<br>Where the Rites unspoken securely dwell,<br>And the gifts of the gods that know not stain,<br>And a people of mortals that know not fear.<br>For the temples tall and the statues fair,<br>And the feasts of the gods are holiest there;<br>The feasts of Immortals, the chaplets of flowers,<br>And the Bromian mirth at the coming of spring,<br>And the musical voices that fill the hours,<br>And the dancing feet of the maids that sing!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Aristophanes">Aristophanes</a><div class=q>
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Hither, come hither, ye Clouds renowned, and unveil yourselves
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