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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418804" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Musagetes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN the deepest nights of Winter<br>To the Muses kind oft cried I:<br>&quot;Not a ray of morn is gleaming,<br>Not a sign of daylight breaking;<br>Bring, then, at the fitting moment,<br>Bring the lamp's soft glimm'ring lustre,<br>'Stead of Phoebus and Aurora,<br>To enliven my still labours!&quot;<br>Yet they left me in my slumbers,<br>Dull and unrefreshing, lying,<br>And to each late-waken'd morning<br>Follow'd days devoid of profit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When at length return'd the spring-time,<br>To the nightingales thus spake I:<br>&quot;Darling nightingales, oh, beat ye<br>Early, early at my window,--<br>Wake me from the heavy slumber<br>That chains down the youth so strongly!&quot;<br>Yet the love-o'erflowing songsters<br>Their sweet melodies protracted<br>Through the night before my window,<br>Kept awake my loving spirit,<br>Rousing new and tender yearnings<br>In my newly-waken'd bosom.<br>And the night thus fleeted o'er me,<br>And Aurora found me sleeping,--<br>Ay, the sun could scarce arouse me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now at length is come the Summer,<br>And the early fly so busy<br>Draws me from my pleasing slumbers<br>At the first-born morning-glimmer.<br>Mercilessly then returns she,<br>Though the half-aroused one often<br>Scares her from him with impatience,<br>And she lures her shameless sisters,<br>So that from my weary eyelids<br>Kindly sleep ere long is driven.<br>From my couch then boldly spring I,<br>And I seek the darling Muses,<br>in the beechen-grove I find them,<br>Full of pieasure to receive me;<br>And to the tormenting insects<br>Owe I many a golden hour.<br>Thus be ye, unwelcome beings,<br>Highly valued by the poet,<br>As the flies my numbers tell of.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Johann+Wolfgang+von+Goethe">Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</a><div class=q>
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To the Muses kind oft cried I:
&quot;Not a ray of morn is gleaming,
Not a sign of daylight breaking;
Bring, then, at the fitting moment,
Bring the lamp's soft glimm'ring lustre,
'Stead of Phoebus and Aurora,
To enli..."></div>
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