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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=359059" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Calm After Storm</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The storm hath passed;<br>I hear the birds rejoice; the hen,<br>Returned into the road again,<br>Her cheerful notes repeats. The sky serene<br>Is, in the west, upon the mountain seen:<br>The country smiles; bright runs the silver stream.<br>Each heart is cheered; on every side revive<br>The sounds, the labors of the busy hive.<br>The workman gazes at the watery sky,<br>As standing at the door he sings,<br>His work in hand; the little wife goes forth,<br>And in her pail the gathered rain-drops brings;<br>The vendor of his wares, from lane to lane,<br>Begins his daily cry again.<br>The sun returns, and with his smile illumes<br>The villas on the neighboring hills;<br>Through open terraces and balconies,<br>The genial light pervades the cheerful rooms;<br>And, on the highway, from afar are heard<br>The tinkling of the bells, the creaking wheels<br>Of waggoner, his journey who resumes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cheered is each heart.<br>Whene'er, as now, doth life appear<br>A thing so pleasant and so dear?<br>When, with such love,<br>Does man unto his books or work return?<br>Or on himself new tasks impose?<br>When is he less regardful of his woes?<br>O pleasure, born of pain!<br>O idle joy, and vain,<br>Fruit of the fear just passed, which shook<br>The wretch who life abhorred, yet dreaded death!<br>With which each neighbor held his breath,<br>Silent, and cold, and wan,<br>Affrighted sore to see<br>The lightnings, clouds, and winds arrayed,<br>To do us injury!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Nature courteous!<br>These are thy boons to us,<br>These the delights to mortals given!<br>Escape from pain, best gift of heaven!<br>Thou scatterest sorrows with a bounteous hand;<br>Grief springs spontaneous;<br>If, by some monstrous growth, miraculous,<br>Pleasure at times is born of pain,<br>It is a precious gain!<br>O human race, unto the gods so dear!<br>Too happy, in a respite brief<br>From any grief!<br>Then only blessed,<br>When Death releases thee unto thy rest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Count+Giacomo+Leopardi">Count Giacomo Leopardi</a><div class=q>
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I hear the birds rejoice; the hen,
Returned into the road again,
Her cheerful notes repeats. The sky serene
Is, in the west, upon the mountain seen:
The country smiles; bright runs the silver stream.
Each heart is cheered; o..."></div>
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