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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396205" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dark, Blue Sea</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,<br>There is a rapture on the lonely shore,<br>There is society where none intrudes,<br>By the deep sea, and music in its roar:<br>I love not man the less, but nature more,<br>From these our interviews, in which I steal<br>From all I may be, or have been before,<br>To mingle with the universe, and feel<br>What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean-roll!<br>Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;<br>Man marks the earth with ruin-his control<br>Stops with the shore;-upon the watery plain<br>The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain<br>A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,<br>When for a moment, like a drop of rain,<br>He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,<br>Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His steps are not upon thy paths-thy fields<br>Are not a spoil for him-thou dost arise<br>And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields<br>For earth's destruction thou dost all despise,<br>Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,<br>And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray,<br>And howling, to his gods, where haply lies<br>His petty hope in some near port or bay,<br>And dashest him again to earth: there let him lay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The armaments which thunderstrike the walls<br>Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake,<br>And monarchs tremble in their capitals,<br>The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make<br>Their clay creator the vain title take<br>Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war;<br>These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake,<br>They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar<br>Alike the armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee-<br>Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?<br>Thy waters washed them power while they were free,<br>And many a tyrant since: their shores obey<br>The stranger, slave or savage; their decay<br>Has dried up realms to deserts:-not so thou,<br>Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play-<br>Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow-<br>Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form<br>Glasses itself in tempests; in all time<br>Calm or convulsed-in breeze, or gale, or storm,<br>Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime<br>Dark-heaving; boundless, endless and sublime-<br>The image of eternity-the throne<br>Of the invisible; even from out thy slime<br>The monsters of the deep are made; each zone<br>Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I have loved thee, ocean! And my joy<br>Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be<br>Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy<br>I wanton'd with thy breakers-they to me<br>Were a delight; and if the freshening sea<br>Made them a terror-'twas a pleasing fear,<br>For I was as it were a child of thee,<br>And trusted to thy billows far and near,<br>And laid my hand upon thy mane - as I do here.</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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There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
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