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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409896" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Venice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN domes of dim and ancient gold,<br> In cloisters, where the lightning plays,<br>Where gleam the gorgeous saints of old<br> In aisles of jade and chrysoprase,<br>In halls that wave like waving water,<br>Still moves the voice of Ocean's daughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Venice ! What siren music then<br> Stirred on the shoals and shallow sea,<br>When that small band of wandering men<br> First in their dreams imagined thee,<br>And hung thy lyric splendour high<br>Between the water and the sky!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What Triton strains in other days<br> Were heard, when, on a sea of flame,<br>Thy battlefleet swung through the haze,<br> And homeward in her glory came,<br>Bearing the beauty of the East<br>To make Thy happy saint a feast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, though that sceptre-hand be cold,<br> Those argent argosies no more<br>Their Tyrian-tinted wings unfold<br> From Cyprus unto Elsinore;<br>With broken sword, and banner furled,<br>How dies the Siren of the world?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cloud has lifted from the stars,<br> And now again the starlight falls;<br>Now Venus calls again to Mars,<br> And Bacchus reels about his halls<br>And, lovely in a thousand forms,<br>Our Lady drifts above the storms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Among the moonlit marble lace,<br> That wreathes this avenue forlorn,<br>Some God has made his dwelling place<br> And takes his manna from the morn;<br>And every young and wandering soul,<br>That passes here, must pay its toll.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far off the city fades away,<br> Save where one tow'r of rosy light,<br>Like some dissolving shaft of day,<br> Pierces the bosom of the night:<br>The distant lightning breaks its shroud:<br>Valhalla gleams beyond the cloud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alone we float through gulfs remote,<br> The black canal no longer seen;<br>My boat it is a fairy boat,<br> Above the ripple silver-green,<br>Upon the wavelet violet-crowned,<br>My boat and I are outward bound!<br>What</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Herbert+Asquith">Herbert Asquith</a><div class=q>
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 In cloisters, where the lightning plays,
Where gleam the gorgeous saints of old
 In aisles of jade and chrysoprase,
In halls that wave like waving water,
Still moves the voice of Ocean's daughter.

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