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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393412" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lay Of The Mountain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the solemn abyss leads the terrible path,<br> The life and death winding dizzy between;<br>In thy desolate way, grim with menace and wrath,<br> To daunt thee the spectres of giants are seen;<br>That thou wake not the wild one, all silently tread--<br>Let thy lip breathe no breath in the pathway of dread!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">High over the marge of the horrible deep<br> Hangs and hovers a bridge with its phantom-like span,<br>Not by man was it built, o'er the vastness to sweep;<br> Such thought never came to the daring of man!<br>The stream roars beneath--late and early it raves--<br>But the bridge, which it threatens, is safe from the waves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Black-yawning a portal, thy soul to affright,<br> Like the gate to the kingdom, the fiend for the king--<br>Yet beyond it there smiles but a land of delight,<br> Where the autumn in marriage is met with the spring.<br>From a lot which the care and the trouble assail,<br>Could I fly to the bliss of that balm-breathing vale!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through that field, from a fount ever hidden their birth,<br> Four rivers in tumult rush roaringly forth;<br>They fly to the fourfold divisions of earth--<br> The sunrise, the sunset, the south, and the north.<br>And, true to the mystical mother that bore,<br>Forth they rush to their goal, and are lost evermore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">High over the races of men in the blue<br> Of the ether, the mount in twin summits is riven;<br>There, veiled in the gold-woven webs of the dew,<br> Moves the dance of the clouds--the pale daughters of heaven!<br>There, in solitude, circles their mystical maze,<br>Where no witness can hearken, no earthborn surveys.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">August on a throne which no ages can move,<br> Sits a queen, in her beauty serene and sublime, <br>The diadem blazing with diamonds above<br> The glory of brows, never darkened by time,<br>His arrows of light on that form shoots the sun--<br>And he gilds them with all, but he warms them with none!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Friedrich+Schiller">Friedrich Schiller</a><div class=q>
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 The life and death winding dizzy between;
In thy desolate way, grim with menace and wrath,
 To daunt thee the spectres of giants are seen;
That thou wake not the wild one, all silently tread--
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