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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373668" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stanzas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How often we forget all time, when lone<br> Admiring Nature's universal throne;<br> Her woods- her wilds- her mountains- the intense<br> Reply of HERS to OUR intelligence! [BYRON, The Island.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  I</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In youth have I known one with whom the Earth<br> In secret communing held- as he with it,<br> In daylight, and in beauty from his birth:<br> Whose fervid, flickering torch of life was lit<br> From the sun and stars, whence he had drawn forth<br> A passionate light- such for his spirit was fit-<br> And yet that spirit knew not, in the hour<br> Of its own fervor what had o'er it power.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>  II</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Perhaps it may be that my mind is wrought<br> To a fever by the moonbeam that hangs o'er,<br> But I will half believe that wild light fraught<br> With more of sovereignty than ancient lore<br> Hath ever told- or is it of a thought<br> The unembodied essence, and no more,<br> That with a quickening spell doth o'er us pass<br> As dew of the night-time o'er the summer grass?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  III</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Doth o'er us pass, when, as th' expanding eye<br> To the loved object- so the tear to the lid<br> Will start, which lately slept in apathy?<br> And yet it need not be- (that object) hid<br> From us in life- but common- which doth lie<br> Each hour before us- but then only, bid<br> With a strange sound, as of a harp-string broken,<br> To awake us- 'Tis a symbol and a token</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Of what in other worlds shall be- and given<br> In beauty by our God, to those alone<br> Who otherwise would fall from life and Heaven<br> Drawn by their heart's passion, and that tone,<br> That high tone of the spirit which hath striven,<br> Tho' not with Faith- with godliness- whose throne<br> With desperate energy 't hath beaten down;<br> Wearing its own deep feeling as a crown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edgar+Allan+Poe">Edgar Allan Poe</a><div class=q>
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