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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409632" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude IV.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the long murmur of applause<br>That greeted the Musician's lay<br>Had slowly buzzed itself away,<br>And the long talk of Spectre Ships<br>That followed died upon their lips<br>And came unto a natural pause,<br>'These tales you tell are one and all<br>Of the Old World,' the Poet said,<br>'Flowers gathered from a crumbling wall,<br>Dead leaves that rustle as they fall;<br>Let me present you in their stead<br>Something of our New England earth,<br>A tale which, though of no great worth,<br>Has still this merit, that it yields<br>A certain freshness of the fields,<br>A sweetness as of home-made bread.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Student answered: 'Be discreet;<br>For if the flour be fresh and sound,<br>And if the bread be light and sweet,<br>Who careth in what mill 't was ground,<br>Or of what oven felt the heat,<br>Unless, as old Cervantes said,<br>You are looking after better bread<br>Than any that is made of wheat?<br>You know that people nowadays<br>To what is old give little praise;<br>All must be new in prose and verse:<br>They want hot bread, or something worse,<br>Fresh every morning, and half baked;<br>The wholesome bread of yesterday,<br>Too stale for them, is thrown away,<br>Nor is their thirst with water slaked.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As oft we see the sky in May<br>Threaten to rain, and yet not rain,<br>The Poet's face, before so gay,<br>Was clouded with a look of pain,<br>But suddenly brightened up again;<br>And without further let or stay<br>He told his tale of yesterday.</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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That greeted the Musician's lay
Had slowly buzzed itself away,
And the long talk of Spectre Ships
That followed died upon their lips
And came unto a natural pause,
'These tales you tell are one and all
Of the Old W..."></div>
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