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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396737" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fragments</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Open horizons round,<br>O mounting mind, to scenes unsung,<br>Wherein shall walk a lusty Time:<br>Our Earth is young;<br>Of measure without bound;<br>Infinite are the heights to climb,<br>The depths to sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A wilding little stubble flower<br>The sickle scorned which cut for wheat,<br>Such was our hope in that dark hour<br>When nought save uses held the street,<br>And daily pleasures, daily needs,<br>With barren vision, looked ahead.<br>And still the same result of seeds<br>Gave likeness 'twixt the live and dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>From labours through the night, outworn,<br>Above the hills the front of morn<br>We see, whose eyes to heights are raised,<br>And the world's wise may deem us crazed.<br>While yet her lord lies under seas,<br>She takes us as the wind the trees'<br>Delighted leafage; all in song<br>We mount to her, to her belong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>This love of nature, that allures to take<br>Irregularity for harmony<br>Of larger scope than our hard measures make,<br>Cherish it as thy school for when on thee<br>The ills of life descend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Meredith">George Meredith</a><div class=q>
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O mounting mind, to scenes unsung,
Wherein shall walk a lusty Time:
Our Earth is young;
Of measure without bound;
Infinite are the heights to climb,
The depths to sound.


A wilding little stubble flower
The sickle scorned whi..."></div>
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