<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391510" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ancient Greek Song Of Exile</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHERE is the summer, with her golden sun?<br>-That festal glory hath not pass'd from earth:<br>For me alone the laughing day is done!<br>Where is the summer with her voice of mirth?<br>-Far in my own bright land!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where are the Fauns, whose flute-notes breathe and die<br>On the green hills?-the founts, from sparry caves<br>Through the wild places bearing melody?<br>The reeds, low whispering o'er the river waves?<br>-Far in my own bright land!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where are the temples, through the dim wood shining,<br>The virgin-dances, and the choral strains?<br>Where the sweet sisters of my youth, entwining<br>The Spring's first roses for their sylvan fanes?<br>-Far in my own bright land!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where are the vineyards, with their joyous throngs,<br>The red grapes pressing when the foliage fades?<br>The lyres, the wreaths, the lovely Dorian songs,<br>And the pine forests, and the olive shades?<br>-Far in my own bright land!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the deep haunted grots, the laurel bowers,<br>The Dryad's footsteps, and the minstrel's dreams?<br>-Oh! that my life were as a southern flower's!<br>I might not languish then by these chill streams,<br>Far from my own bright land!</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> <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=391510" data-title="Ancient Greek Song Of Exile de Felicia Dorothea Hemans" data-description="WHERE is the summer, with her golden sun? -That festal glory hath not pass'd from earth: For me alone the laughing day is done! Where is the summer with her voice of mirth? -Far in my own bright land! Where are the Fauns, whose flute-notes breath..."></div> </div> </div>

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