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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420611" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Proem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I LOVE the old melodious lays<br>Which softly melt the ages through,<br>The songs of Spenser’s golden days,<br>Arcadian Sidney’s silvery phrase,<br>Sprinkling our noon of time with freshest morning dew. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, vainly in my quiet hours<br>To breathe their marvellous notes I try;<br>I feel them, as the leaves and flowers<br>In silence feel the dewy showers,<br>And drink with glad, still lips the blessing of the sky. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rigor of a frozen clime,<br>The harshness of an untaught ear,<br>The jarring words of one whose rhyme<br>Beat often Labor’s hurried time,<br>Or Duty’s rugged march through storm and strife, are here. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of mystic beauty, dreamy grace,<br>No rounded art the lack supplies;<br>Unskilled the subtle lines to trace,<br>Or softer shades of Nature’s face,<br>I view her common forms with unanointed eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor mine the seer-like power to show<br>The secrets of the heart and mind;<br>To drop the plummet-line below<br>Our common world of joy and woe,<br>A more intense despair or brighter hope to find. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet here at least an earnest sense<br>Of human right and weal is shown;<br>A hate of tyranny intense,<br>And hearty in its vehemence,<br>As if my brother’s pain and sorrow were my own. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Freedom! if to me belong<br>Nor mighty Milton’s gift divine,<br>Nor Marvell’s wit and graceful song,<br>Still with a love as deep and strong<br>As theirs, I lay, like them, my best gifts on thy shrine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q>
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Which softly melt the ages through,
The songs of Spenser’s golden days,
Arcadian Sidney’s silvery phrase,
Sprinkling our noon of time with freshest morning dew. 

Yet, vainly in my quiet hours
To breathe their mar..."></div>
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