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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409503" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In The Harbour: Elegiac Verse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Peradventure of old, some bard in Ionian Islands,<br>Walking alone by the sea, hearing the wash of the waves,<br>Learned the secret from them of the beautiful verse elegiac,<br>Breathing into his song motion and sound of the sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For as the wave of the sea, upheaving in long undulations,<br>Plunges loud on the sands, pauses, and turns, and retreats,<br>So the Hexameter, rising and singing, with cadence sonorous,<br>Falls; and in refluent rhythm back the Pentameter flows. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>Not in his youth alone, but in age, may the heart of the poet<br>Bloom into song, as the gorse blossoms in autumn and spring. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>Not in tenderness wanting, yet rough are the rhymes of our poet;<br>Though it be Jacob's voice, Esau's, alas! are the hands. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>Let us be grateful to writers for what is left in the inkstand;<br>When to leave off is an art only attained by the few. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.<br>How can the Three be One? you ask me; I answer by asking,<br>Hail and snow and rain, are they not three, and yet one? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI.<br>By the mirage uplifted, the land floats vague in the ether,<br>Ships and the shadows of ships hang in the motionless air;<br>So by the art of the poet our common life is uplifted,<br>So, transfigured, the world floats in a luminous haze. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII.<br>Like a French poem is Life; being only perfect in structure<br>When with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII.<br>Down from the mountain descends the brooklet, rejoicing in<br>freedom;<br>Little it dreams of the mill hid in the valley below;<br>Glad with the joy of existence, the child goes singing and<br>laughing,<br>Little dreaming what toils lie in the future concealed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IX.<br>As the ink from our pen, so flow our thoughts and our feelings<br>When we begin to write, however sluggish before. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">X.<br>Like the Kingdom of Heaven, the Fountain of Youth is within us;<br>If we seek it elsewhere, old shall we grow in the search. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">XI.<br>If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it;<br>Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">XII.<br>Wisely the Hebrews admit no Present tense in their language;<br>While we are speaking the word, it is is already the Past. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIII.<br>In the twilight of age all things seem strange and phantasmal,<br>As between daylight and dark ghost-like the landscape appears. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIV.<br>Great is the art of beginning, but greater the art is of ending;<br>Many a poem is marred by a superfluous verse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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Peradventure of old, some bard in Ionian Islands,
Walking alone by the sea, hearing the wash of the waves,
Learned the secret from them of the beautiful verse elegiac,
Breathing into his song motion and sound of the sea. 

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