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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416389" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Philosophy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His eyes found nothing beautiful and bright, <br>Nor wealth nor honour, glory nor delight, <br>Which he could grasp and keep with might and right. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flowers bloomed for maidens, swords outflashed for boys, <br>The world's big children had their various toys; <br>He could not feel their sorrows and their joys. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hills held a secret they would not unfold, <br>In careless scorn of him the ocean rolled, <br>The stars-were alien splendours high and cold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He felt himself a king bereft of crown, <br>Defrauded from his birthright of renown, <br>Bred up in littleness with churl and clown. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How could he vindicate himself? His eyes, <br>That found not anywhere their proper prize, <br>Looked through and through the specious earth and skies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They probed, and all things yielded to their probe; <br>They saw the void around the massy globe, <br>The raging fire within its flowery robe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They pierced through beauty; saw the bones, the mesh <br>Of nerves and veins, the hideous raw red flesh, <br>Beneath the skin most delicate and fresh: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Saw Space a mist unfurled around the steep <br>Where plunge Time's waters to the blackest deep; <br>Saw Life a dream in Death's eternal sleep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A certain fair form came before his sight, <br>Responding to him as the day to night: <br>To yearning, love; to cold and gloom, warm light. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A hope sprang from his breast, and fluttered far <br>On rainbow wings; beyond the cloudy bar, <br>Though very much beneath the nearest star. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His eyes drew back their beams to kindle fire <br>In his own heart; whose masterful desire <br>Scorned all beyond its aim, lower or higher. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This fire flung lustre upon grace and bloom, <br>Gave warmth and brightness to a little room, <br>Burned Thought to ashes in its fight with gloom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He said: Those eyes alone see well that view <br>Life's lovely surfaces of form and hue; <br>And not Death's entrails, looking through and through. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bones, nerves, and veins, and flesh, are covered in <br>By this opaque transparency of skin, <br>Precisely that we should not see within. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The corpse is hid, that Death may work its vile <br>Corruption in black secrecy; the while <br>Our saddest graves with grass and fair flowers smile. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you will analyse the bread you eat, <br>The water and the wine most pure and sweet, <br>Your stomach soon must loathe all drink and meat. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life liveth but in Life, and doth not roam <br>To other realms if all be well at home: <br>'Solid as ocean-foam,' quoth ocean-foam. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If Midge will pine and curse its hours away <br>Because Midge is not Everything For-aye, <br>Poor Midge thus loses its one summer day; <br>Loses its all-and winneth what, I pray?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Thomson">James Thomson</a><div class=q>
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His eyes found nothing beautiful and bright, 
Nor wealth nor honour, glory nor delight, 
Which he could grasp and keep with might and right. 

Flowers bloomed for maidens, swords outflashed for boys, 
The world's big children had their various..."></div>
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