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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386508" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Speak, God Of Visions</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, thy bright eyes must answer now,<br>When Reason, with a scornful brow,<br>Is mocking at my overthrow!<br>O, thy sweet tongue must plead for me,<br>And tell why I have chosen thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stern Reason is to judgment come,<br>Arrayed in all her forms of gloom:<br>Wilt thou, my advocate, be dumb?<br>No, radiant angel, speak and say<br>Why I did cast the world away;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why I have presevered to shun<br>The common paths that others run,<br>And on a strange road journeyed on,<br>Heedless alike of wealth and power,<br>Of Glory's wreath and Pleasure's flower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These once, indeed, seemed Beings Divine;<br>And they, perchance, heard vows of mine,<br>And saw my offerings on their shrine;<br>But careless gifts are seldom prized,<br>And mine were worthily despised.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, with a ready heart I swore<br>To seek their altar-stone no more;<br>And gave my spirit to adore<br>Thee, ever-present, phantom thing— <br>My slave, my comrade, and my king.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A slave, because I rule thee still,<br>Incline thee to my changeful will,<br>And make thy influence good or ill;<br>A comrade, for by day and night<br>Thou art my intimate delight,— </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My darling pain that wounds and sears,<br>And wrings a blessing out of tears<br>Be deadening me to earthly cares;<br>And yet, a king, though Prudence well<br>Have taught thy subject to rebel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I am wrong to worship where<br>Faith cannot doubt, nor Hope despair,<br>Since my own soul can grant my prayer?<br>Speak, God of Visions, plead for me,<br>And tell why I have chosen thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Jane+Bront%C3%AB">Emily Jane Brontë</a><div class=q>
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When Reason, with a scornful brow,
Is mocking at my overthrow!
O, thy sweet tongue must plead for me,
And tell why I have chosen thee!

Stern Reason is to judgment come,
Arrayed in all her forms of gloom:
Wilt t..."></div>
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