<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396853" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sense And Spirit</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The senses loving Earth or well or ill<br>Ravel yet more the riddle of our lot.<br>The mind is in their trammels, and lights not<br>By trimming fear-bred tales; nor does the will<br>To find in nature things which less may chill<br>An ardour that desires, unknowing what.<br>Till we conceive her living we go distraught,<br>At best but circle-windsails of a mill.<br>Seeing she lives, and of her joy of life<br>Creatively has given us blood and breath<br>For endless war and never wound unhealed,<br>The gloomy Wherefore of our battle-field<br>Solves in the Spirit, wrought of her through strife<br>To read her own and trust her down to death.</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> <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=396853" data-title="Sense And Spirit de George Meredith" data-description="The senses loving Earth or well or ill Ravel yet more the riddle of our lot. The mind is in their trammels, and lights not By trimming fear-bred tales; nor does the will To find in nature things which less may chill An ardour that desires, unknowi..."></div> </div> </div>

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