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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Terrace Of The Aigalades. (From The French Of Méry)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From this high portal, where upsprings <br>The rose to touch our hands in play, <br>We at a glance behold three things-- <br>The Sea, the Town, and the Highway. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the Sea says: My shipwrecks fear; <br>I drown my best friends in the deep; <br>And those who braved icy tempests, here <br>Among my sea-weeds lie asleep! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Town says: I am filled and fraught <br>With tumult and with smoke and care; <br>My days with toil are overwrought, <br>And in my nights I gasp for air. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Highway says: My wheel-tracks guide <br>To the pale climates of the North; <br>Where my last milestone stands abide <br>The people to their death gone forth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here, in the shade, this life of ours, <br>Full of delicious air, glides by <br>Amid a multitude of flowers <br>As countless as the stars on high; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">These red-tiled roofs, this fruitful soil, <br>Bathed with an azure all divine, <br>Where springs the tree that gives us oil, <br>The grape that giveth us the wine; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath these mountains stripped of trees, <br>Whose tops with flowers are covered o'er, <br>Where springtime of the Hesperides <br>Begins, but endeth nevermore; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Under these leafy vaults and walls, <br>That unto gentle sleep persuade; <br>This rainbow of the waterfalls, <br>Of mingled mist and sunshine made; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon these shores, where all invites, <br>We live our languid life apart; <br>This air is that of life's delights, <br>The festival of sense and heart; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This limpid space of time prolong, <br>Forget to-morrow in to-day, <br>And leave unto the passing throng <br>The Sea, the Town, and the Highway</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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The rose to touch our hands in play, 
We at a glance behold three things-- 
The Sea, the Town, and the Highway. 

And the Sea says: My shipwrecks fear; 
I drown my best friends in the deep; 
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