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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391504" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Voyager's Dream Of Land</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">His very heart athirst<br>To gaze at nature in her green array,<br>Upon the ship's tall side he stands, possess'd<br>With visions prompted by intense desire;<br>Fair fields appear below, such as he left<br>Far distant, such as he would die to find:<br>He seeks them headlong, and is seen no more. ~ Cowper</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The hollow dash of waves!–the ceaseless roar!<br>Silence, ye billows! vex my soul no more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a spring in the woods by my sunny home,<br>Afar from the dark sea's tossing foam;<br>Oh! the fall of that fountain is sweet to hear,<br>As a song from the shore to the sailor's ear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the sparkle which up to the sun it throws,<br>Thro' the feathery fern and the olive boughs,<br>And the gleam on its path as it steals away<br>Into deeper shades from the sultry day,<br>And the large water-lilies that o'er its bed<br>Their pearly leaves to the soft light spread,<br>They haunt me! I dream of that bright spring's flow,<br>I thirst for its rills, like a wounded roe! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be still, thou sea-bird, with thy clanging cry!<br>My spirit sickens, as thy wing sweeps by. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Know ye my home, with the lulling sound<br>Of leaves from the lime and the chestnut round?<br>Know ye it, brethren! where bower'd it lies,<br>Under the purple of southern skies?<br>With the streamy gold of the sun that shines<br>In thro' the cloud of its clustering vines,<br>And the summer-breath of the myrtle-flowers,<br>Borne from the mountain in dewy hours,<br>And the fire-fly's glance thro' the dark'ning shades,<br>Like shooting stars in the forest-glades,<br>And the scent of the citron at eve's dim fall<br>Speak! have ye known, have ye felt them all? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The heavy rolling surge! the rocking mast!<br>Hush! give my dream's deep music way, thou blast! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! the glad sounds of the joyous earth!<br>The notes of the singing cicala's mirth,<br>The murmurs that live in the mountain pines,<br>The sighing of reeds as the day declines,<br>The wings flitting home thro' the crimson glow<br>That steeps the wood when the sun is low,<br>The voice of the night-bird that sends a thrill<br>To the heart of the leaves when the winds are still<br>I hear them! round me they rise, they swell,<br>They call back my spirit with Hope to dwell,<br>They come with a breath from the fresh spring-time,<br>And waken my youth in its hour of prime. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The white foam dashes high away, away!<br>Shroud my green land no more, thou blinding spray! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is there! down the mountains I see the sweep<br>Of the chestnut forests, the rich and deep,<br>With the burden and glory of flowers that they bear,<br>Floating upborne on the blue summer-air,<br>And the light pouring thro' them in tender gleams,<br>And the flashing forth of a thousand streams! <br>Hold me not, brethren! I go, I go,<br>To the hills of my youth, where the myrtles blow,<br>To the depths of the woods, where the shadows rest,<br>Massy and still, on the greensward's breast,<br>To the rocks that resound with the water's play <br>I hear the sweet laugh of my fount give way! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Give way! the booming surge, the tempest's roar,<br>The sea-bird's wail, shall vex my soul no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q>
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To gaze at nature in her green array,
Upon the ship's tall side he stands, possess'd
With visions prompted by intense desire;
Fair fields appear below, such as he left
Far distant, such as he would die to find:
He seeks them..."></div>
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