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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381259" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Manor Farm</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE rock-like mud unfroze a little, and rills <br>Ran and sparkled down each side of the road <br>Under the catkins wagging in the hedge. <br>But earth would have her sleep out, spite of the sun; <br>Nor did I value that thin gliding beam <br>More than a pretty February thing <br>Till I came down to the old manor farm, <br>And church and yew-tree opposite, in age <br>Its equals and in size. The church and yew <br>And farmhouse slept in a Sunday silentness. <br>The air raised not a straw. The steep farm roof, <br>With tiles duskily glowing, entertained <br>The mid-day sun; and up and down the roof <br>White pigeons nestled. There was no sound but one. <br>Three cart horses were looking over a gate <br>Drowsily through their forelocks, swishing their tails <br>Against a fly, a solitary fly. <br>The winter's cheek flushed as if he had drained <br>Spring, summer, and autumn at a draught <br>And smiled quietly. But 'twas not winter-- <br>Rather a season of bliss unchangeable, <br>Awakened from farm and church where it had lain <br>Safe under tile and latch for ages since <br>This England, Old already, was called Merry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+Thomas">Edward Thomas</a><div class=q>
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Ran and sparkled down each side of the road 
Under the catkins wagging in the hedge. 
But earth would have her sleep out, spite of the sun; 
Nor did I value that thin gliding beam 
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