<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Days Gone By</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O the days gone by! O the days gone by!<br>The apples in the orchard, and the pathway through the rye;<br>The chirrup of the robin, and the whistle of the quail<br>As he piped across the meadows sweet as any nightingale;<br>When the bloom was on the clover, and the blue was in the sky,<br>And my happy heart brimmed over in the days gone by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the days gone by, when my naked feet were tripped<br>By the honey-suckle's tangles where the water-lilies dipped,<br>And the ripples of the river lipped the moss along the brink<br>Where the placid-eyed and lazy-footed cattle came to drink,<br>And the tilting snipe stood fearless of the truant's wayward cry<br>And the splashing of the swimmer, in the days gone by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O the days gone by! O the days gone by!<br>The music of the laughing lip, the luster of the eye;<br>The childish faith in fairies, and Aladdin's magic ring--<br>The simple, soul-reposing, glad belief in everything,--<br>When life was like a story, holding neither sob nor sigh,<br>In the golden olden glory of the days gone by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416782" data-title="The Days Gone By de James Whitcomb Riley" data-description="O the days gone by! O the days gone by! The apples in the orchard, and the pathway through the rye; The chirrup of the robin, and the whistle of the quail As he piped across the meadows sweet as any nightingale; When the bloom was on the clover, a..."></div> </div> </div>

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