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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416948" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Town</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A BUSY town mid Britain's isle,<br>Behold in fancy's eye ;<br>With tower, and spire, and civic pile,<br>Beneath a summer sky : </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And orchard, garden, field, and park,<br>And grove, and sunny wall ;<br>And ranging buildings, light and dark,<br>As evening shadows fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then listen to the ceaseless din<br>Of hammer, saw, and crane ;<br>And traffic passing out and in,<br>From alley, street, and lane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sound, without a pause between,<br>Of foot, and wheel, and hoof ;<br>The manufacture's loud machine<br>From yonder lengthened roof.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And children at their evening sports,<br>Parading to and fro ;<br>Assembled in the quiet courts<br>Of yonder cottage row.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gay streets display their shining wares<br>To every roving eye,<br>As eager in their own affairs,<br>The busy tribes go by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ah ! what varied forms of woe,<br>What hope and fear are found ;<br>What passions rise, what scandals grow,<br>Within this narrow bound !</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To pass the peaceful dwellings by,<br>No stranger eye might guess<br>Those scenes of joy and agony,<br>Of discord and distress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pain writhes within those stately walls ;<br>Here pallid want hath been ;<br>That casement where the curtain falls<br>Shows death has entered in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dwelling ranging next to this,<br>A youthful group displays ;<br>Elate they seem with present bliss,<br>And hope of distant days.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There at her chamber-window high,<br>A lonely maiden sits ;<br>Its casement fronts the western sky<br>And balmy air admits :</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And while her thoughts have wandered far<br>From all she hears and sees,<br>She gazes on the evening star<br>That twinkles through the trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it to watch the setting sun<br>She does that seat prefer ?--<br>Alas ! the maiden thinks of one<br>Who never thinks of her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But lively is the street below,<br>And ceaseless is the hum,<br>As some intent on pleasure go,<br>On schemes of profit some.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now widening seems the stream to be,<br>As evening stretches o'er ;<br>Plebeian tribes from toil set free<br>Pour forth from every door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A school, arranged in order due,<br>(Before the sun goes down)<br>Lady and lady, two and two,<br>Comes winding through the town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what drives up to yonder door<br>The gaping crowd among ?<br>A wedding train of chaises four,<br>And all the bells are rung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The laden waggon tinkles by,<br>The post is going out,<br>The lights are lit, the coaches ply<br>To tavern, ball, and rout.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus closed that merry summer's day ;<br>And would you ask me how<br>You might the busy scene survey,<br>And see those faces now ?--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then hither turn--yon waving grass<br>And mouldering stones will show ;<br>For these transactions came to pass<br>A hundred years ago.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jane+Taylor">Jane Taylor</a><div class=q>
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Behold in fancy's eye ;
With tower, and spire, and civic pile,
Beneath a summer sky : 

And orchard, garden, field, and park,
And grove, and sunny wall ;
And ranging buildings, light and dark,
As evening shadows fal..."></div>
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