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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude VII.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Touched by the pathos of these rhymes,<br>The Theologian said: 'All praise<br>Be to the ballads of old times<br>And to the bards of simple ways,<br>Who walked with Nature hand in hand,<br>Whose country was their Holy Land,<br>Whose singing robes were homespun brown<br>From looms of their own native town,<br>Which they were not ashamed to wear,<br>And not of silk or sendal gay,<br>Nor decked with fanciful array<br>Of cockle-shells from Outre-Mer.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To whom the Student answered: 'Yes;<br>All praise and honor! I confess<br>That bread and ale, home-baked, home-brewed,<br>Are wholesome and nutritious food,<br>But not enough for all our needs;<br>Poets--the best of them--are birds<br>Of passage; where their instinct leads<br>They range abroad for thoughts and words,<br>And from all climes bring home the seeds<br>That germinate in flowers or weeds.<br>They are not fowls in barnyards born<br>To cackle o'er a grain of corn;<br>And, if you shut the horizon down<br>To the small limits of their town,<br>What do you but degrade your bard<br>Till he at last becomes as one<br>Who thinks the all-encircling sun<br>Rises and sets in his back yard?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Theologian said again:<br>'It may be so; yet I maintain<br>That what is native still is best,<br>And little care I for the rest.<br>'T is a long story; time would fail<br>To tell it, and the hour is late;<br>We will not waste it in debate,<br>But listen to our Landlord's tale.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thus the sword of Damocles<br>Descending not by slow degrees,<br>But suddenly, on the Landlord fell,<br>Who blushing, and with much demur<br>And many vain apologies,<br>Plucking up heart, began to tell<br>The Rhyme of one Sir Christopher.</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 Theologian said: 'All praise
Be to the ballads of old times
And to the bards of simple ways,
Who walked with Nature hand in hand,
Whose country was their Holy Land,
Whose singing robes were homespun brown..."></div>
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