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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396901" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last Contention</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young captain of a crazy bark!<br>O tameless heart in battered frame!<br>Thy sailing orders have a mark,<br>And hers is not the name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For action all thine iron clanks<br>In cravings for a splendid prize;<br>Again to race or bump thy planks<br>With any flag that flies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Consult them; they are eloquent<br>For senses not inebriate.<br>They trust thee on the star intent,<br>That leads to land their freight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they have known thee high peruse<br>The heavens, and deep the earth, till thou<br>Didst into the flushed circle cruise<br>Where reason quits the brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou animatest ancient tales,<br>To prove our world of linear seed:<br>Thy very virtue now assails,<br>A tempter to mislead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But thou hast answer I am I;<br>My passion hallows, bids command:<br>And she is gracious, she is nigh:<br>One motion of the hand!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It will suffice; a whirly tune<br>These winds will pipe, and thou perform<br>The nodded part of pantaloon<br>In thy created storm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Admires thee Nature with much pride;<br>She clasps thee for a gift of morn,<br>Till thou art set against the tide,<br>And then beware her scorn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sad issue, should that strife befall<br>Between thy mortal ship and thee!<br>It writes the melancholy scrawl<br>Of wreckage over sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">X</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This lady of the luting tongue,<br>The flash in darkness, billow's grace,<br>For thee the worship; for the young<br>In muscle the embrace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soar on thy manhood clear from those<br>Whose toothless Winter claws at May,<br>And take her as the vein of rose<br>Athwart an evening grey.</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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Young captain of a crazy bark!
O tameless heart in battered frame!
Thy sailing orders have a mark,
And hers is not the name.

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For action all thine iron clanks
In cravings for a splendid prize;
Again to race or bump thy planks
With any flag ..."></div>
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