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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409817" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To an Old Danish Song-Book</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Welcome, my old friend,<br>Welcome to a foreign fireside,<br>While the sullen gales of autumn<br>Shake the windows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ungrateful world<br>Has, it seems, dealt harshly with thee,<br>Since, beneath the skies of Denmark,<br>First I met thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are marks of age,<br>There are thumb-marks on thy margin,<br>Made by hands that clasped thee rudely,<br>At the alehouse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soiled and dull thou art;<br>Yellow are thy time-worn pages,<br>As the russet, rain-molested<br>Leaves of autumn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou art stained with wine<br>Scattered from hilarious goblets,<br>As the leaves with the libations<br>Of Olympus.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet dost thou recall<br>Days departed, half-forgotten,<br>When in dreamy youth I wandered<br>By the Baltic,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I paused to hear<br>The old ballad of King Christian<br>Shouted from suburban taverns<br>In the twilight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou recallest bards,<br>Who in solitary chambers,<br>And with hearts by passion wasted,<br>Wrote thy pages.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou recallest homes<br>Where thy songs of love and friendship<br>Made the gloomy Northern winter<br>Bright as summer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once some ancient Scald,<br>In his bleak, ancestral Iceland,<br>Chanted staves of these old ballads<br>To the Vikings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once in Elsinore,<br>At the court of old King Hamlet<br>Yorick and his boon companions<br>Sang these ditties.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once Prince Frederick's Guard<br>Sang them in their smoky barracks;--<br>Suddenly the English cannon<br>Joined the chorus!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Peasants in the field,<br>Sailors on the roaring ocean,<br>Students, tradesmen, pale mechanics,<br>All have sung them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou hast been their friend;<br>They, alas! have left thee friendless!<br>Yet at least by one warm fireside<br>Art thou welcome.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, as swallows build<br>In these wide, old-fashioned chimneys,<br>So thy twittering songs shall nestle<br>In my bosom,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quiet, close, and warm,<br>Sheltered from all molestation,<br>And recalling by their voices<br>Youth and travel.</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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Welcome to a foreign fireside,
While the sullen gales of autumn
Shake the windows.

The ungrateful world
Has, it seems, dealt harshly with thee,
Since, beneath the skies of Denmark,
First I met thee.

There are marks of age..."></div>
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