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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396152" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On A Distant View Of The Village And School Of The Harrow Hill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! mihi præteritos referat si Jupiter annos.~Virgil </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection<br>Embitters the present, compar'd with the past;<br>Where science first dawn'd on the powers of reflection,<br>And friendships were form'd, too romantic to last;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where fancy, yet, joys to retrace the resemblance<br>Of comrades, in friendship and mischief allied;<br>How welcome to me your ne'er fading remembrance,<br>Which rests in the bosom, though hope is deny'd</div><div style="margin:10px 0">!Again I revisit the hills where we sported,<br>The streams where we swam, and the fields where we fought;<br>The school where, loud warn'd by the bell, we resorted,<br>To pore o'er the precepts by Pedagogues taught.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again I behold where for hours I have ponder'd,<br>As reclining, at eve, on yon tombstone I lay;<br>Or round the steep brow of the churchyard I wander'd,<br>To catch the last gleam of the sun's setting ray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I once more view the room, with spectators surrounded,<br>Where, as Zanga, I trod on Alonzo o'erthrown;<br>While, to swell my young pride, such applauses resounded,<br>I fancied that Mossop himself was outshone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or, as Lear, I pour'd forth the deep imprecation,<br>By my daughters, of kingdom and reason depriv'd;<br>Till, fir'd by loud plaudits and self-adulation,<br>I regarded myself as a Garrick reviv'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye dreams of my boyhood, how much I regret you!<br>Unfaded your memory dwells in my breast;<br>Though sad and deserted, I ne'er can forget you:<br>Your pleasures may still be in fancy possest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Ida full oft may remembrance restore me,<br>While Fate shall the shades of the future unroll!<br>Since Darkness o'ershadows the prospect before me,<br>More dear is the beam of the past to my soul!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But if, through the course of the years which await me,<br>Some new scene of pleasure should open to view,<br>I will say, while with rapture the thought shall elate me,<br>Oh! such were the days which my infancy knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a><div class=q>
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Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection
Embitters the present, compar'd with the past;
Where science first dawn'd on the powers of reflection,
And friendships were form'd, too rom..."></div>
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