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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409797" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Terrestrial Paradise. (From Dante. Purgatorio, XXVIII.)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Longing already to search in and round<br>The heavenly forest, dense and living-green,<br>Which tempered to the eyes the newborn day,<br>Withouten more delay I left the bank,<br>Crossing the level country slowly, slowly,<br>Over the soil, that everywhere breathed fragrance.<br>A gently-breathing air, that no mutation<br>Had in itself, smote me upon the forehead,<br>No heavier blow, than of a pleasant breeze,<br>Whereat the tremulous branches readily<br>Did all of them bow downward towards that side<br>Where its first shadow casts the Holy Mountain;<br>Yet not from their upright direction bent<br>So that the little birds upon their tops<br>Should cease the practice of their tuneful art;<br>But with full-throated joy, the hours of prime<br>Singing received they in the midst of foliage<br>That made monotonous burden to their rhymes,<br>Even as from branch to branch it gathering swells,<br>Through the pine forests on the shore of Chiassi,<br>When Aeolus unlooses the Sirocco.<br>Already my slow steps had led me on<br>Into the ancient wood so far, that I<br>Could see no more the place where I had entered.<br>And lo! my further course cut off a river,<br>Which, tow'rds the left hand, with its little waves,<br>Bent down the grass, that on its margin sprang.<br>All waters that on earth most limpid are,<br>Would seem to have within themselves some mixture,<br>Compared with that, which nothing doth conceal,<br>Although it moves on with a brown, brown current,<br>Under the shade perpetual, that never<br>Ray of the sun lets in, nor of the moon.</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 heavenly forest, dense and living-green,
Which tempered to the eyes the newborn day,
Withouten more delay I left the bank,
Crossing the level country slowly, slowly,
Over the soil, that everywhere breathe..."></div>
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