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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409596" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Interlude II.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon as the story reached its end,<br>One, over eager to commend,<br>Crowned it with injudicious praise;<br>And then the voice of blame found vent,<br>And fanned the embers of dissent<br>Into a somewhat lively blaze. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Theologian shook his head;<br>'These old Italian tales,' he said,<br>'From the much-praised Decameron down<br>Through all the rabble of the rest,<br>Are either trifling, dull, or lewd;<br>The gossip of a neighborhood<br>In some remote provincial town,<br>A scandalous chronicle at best!<br>They seem to me a stagnant fen,<br>Grown rank with rushes and with reeds,<br>Where a white lily, now and then,<br>Blooms in the midst of noxious weeds<br>And deadly nightshade on its banks.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To this the Student straight replied,<br>'For the white lily, many thanks!<br>One should not say, with too much pride,<br>Fountain, I will not drink of thee!<br>Nor were it grateful to forget,<br>That from these reservoirs and tanks<br>Even imperial Shakespeare drew<br>His Moor of Venice, and the Jew,<br>And Romeo and Juliet,<br>And many a famous comedy.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then a long pause; till some one said,<br>'An Angel is flying overhead!'<br>At these words spake the Spanish Jew,<br>And murmured with an inward breath:<br>'God grant, if what you say be true,<br>It may not be the Angel of Death!'<br>And then another pause; and then,<br>Stroking his beard, he said again:<br>'This brings back to my memory<br>A story in the Talmud told,<br>That book of gems, that book of gold,<br>Of wonders many and manifold,<br>A tale that often comes to me,<br>And fills my heart, and haunts my brain,<br>And never wearies nor grows old.'</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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One, over eager to commend,
Crowned it with injudicious praise;
And then the voice of blame found vent,
And fanned the embers of dissent
Into a somewhat lively blaze. 

The Theologian shook his head;
'These old I..."></div>
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