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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400583" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Variations of an Air</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old King Cole<br>Was a merry old soul<br>And a merry old soul was he<br>He called for his pipe <br>and he called for his bowl <br>and he called for his fiddlers three</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>after Lord Tennyson</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Cole, that unwearied prince of Colchester, <br>Growing more gay with age and with long days <br>Deeper in laughter and desire of life <br>As that Virginian climber on our walls <br>Flames scarlet with the fading of the year; <br>Called for his wassail and that other weed <br>Virginian also, from the western woods <br>Where English Raleigh checked the boast of Spain, <br>And lighting joy with joy, and piling up <br>Pleasure as crown for pleasure, bade me bring <br>Those three, the minstrels whose emblazoned coats <br>Shone with the oyster-shells of Colchester; <br>And these three played, and playing grew more fain <br>Of mirth and music; till the heathen came <br>And the King slept beside the northern sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>after W.B. Yeats</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Of an old King in a story <br>From the grey sea-folk I have heard <br>Whose heart was no more broken <br>Than the wings of a bird. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As soon as the moon was silver <br>And the thin stars began, <br>He took his pipe and his tankard, <br>Like an old peasant man. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And three tall shadows were with him <br>And came at his command; <br>And played before him for ever <br>The fiddles of fairyland. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he died in the young summer <br>Of the world's desire; <br>Before our hearts were broken <br>Like sticks in a fire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>after Walt Whitman</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Me clairvoyant, <br>Me conscious of you, old camarado, <br>Needing no telescope, lorgnette, field-glass, opera-glass, myopic pince-nez, <br>Me piercing two thousand years with eye naked and not ashamed; <br>The crown cannot hide you from me, <br>Musty old feudal-heraldic trappings cannot hide you from me, <br>I perceive that you drink. <br>(I am drinking with you. I am as drunk as you are.) <br>I see you are inhaling tobacco, puffing, smoking, spitting <br>(I do not object to your spitting), <br>You prophetic of American largeness, <br>You anticipating the broad masculine manners of these States; <br>I see in you also there are movements, tremors, tears, desire for the melodious, <br>I salute your three violinists, endlessly making vibrations, <br>Rigid, relentless, capable of going on for ever; <br>They play my accompaniment; but I shall take no notice of any accompaniment; <br>I myself am a complete orchestra. <br>So long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gilbert+Keith+Chesterton">Gilbert Keith Chesterton</a><div class=q>
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Was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe 
and he called for his bowl 
and he called for his fiddlers three


after Lord Tennyson


Cole, that unwearied prince of Colchester, 
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