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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390822" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Roman Winter-Piece</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">See, Thaliarch mine, how, white with snow,<br>Soracte mocks the sullen sky;<br>How, groaning loud, the woods are bowed,<br>And chained with frost the rivers lie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pile, pile the logs upon the hearth;<br>We'll melt away the envious cold:<br>And, better yet, sweet friend, we'll wet<br>Our whistles with some four-year-old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Commit all else unto the gods,<br>Who, when it pleaseth them, shall bring<br>To fretful deeps and wooded steeps<br>The mild, persuasive grace of Spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let not To-morrow, but To-day,<br>Your ever active thoughts engage;<br>Frisk, dance, and sing, and have your fling,<br>Unharmed, unawed of crabbed Age.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let's steal content from Winter's wrath,<br>And glory in the artful theft,<br>That years from now folks shall allow<br>'T was cold indeed when we got left.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So where the whisperings and the mirth<br>Of girls invite a sportive chap,<br>Let's fare awhile,--aha, you smile;<br>You guess my meaning,--_verbum sap_.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390822" data-title="A Roman Winter-Piece de Eugene Field" data-description="See, Thaliarch mine, how, white with snow, Soracte mocks the sullen sky; How, groaning loud, the woods are bowed, And chained with frost the rivers lie. Pile, pile the logs upon the hearth; We'll melt away the envious cold: And, better yet, sweet..."></div> </div> </div>
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