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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420712" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hill-Top</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The burly driver at my side,<br>We slowly climbed the hill,<br>Whose summit, in the hot noontide,<br>Seemed rising, rising still.<br>At last, our short noon-shadows bid<br>The top-stone, bare and brown,<br>From whence, like Gizeh's pyramid,<br>The rough mass slanted down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I felt the cool breath of the North;<br>Between me and the sun,<br>O'er deep, still lake, and ridgy earth,<br>I saw the cloud-shades run.<br>Before me, stretched for glistening miles,<br>Lay mountain-girdled Squam;<br>Like green-winged birds, the leafy isles<br>Upon its bosom swam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, glimmering through the sun-haze warm,<br>Far as the eye could roam,<br>Dark billows of an earthquake storm<br>Beflecked with clouds like foam,<br>Their vales in misty shadow deep,<br>Their rugged peaks in shine,<br>I saw the mountain ranges sweep<br>The horizon's northern line.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There towered Chocorua's peak; and west,<br>Moosehillock's woods were seem,<br>With many a nameless slide-scarred crest<br>And pine-dark gorge between.<br>Beyond them, like a sun-rimmed cloud,<br>The great Notch mountains shone,<br>Watched over by the solemn-browed<br>And awful face of stone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A good look-off!' the driver spake;<br>'About this time, last year,<br>I drove a party to the Lake,<br>And stopped, at evening, here.<br>'T was duskish down below; but all<br>These hills stood in the sun,<br>Till, dipped behind yon purple wall,<br>He left them, one by one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A lady, who, from Thornton hill,<br>Had held her place outside,<br>And, as a pleasant woman will,<br>Had cheered the long, dull ride,<br>Besought me, with so sweet a smile,<br>That--though I hate delays--<br>I could not choose but rest awhile,--<br>(These women have such ways!)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'On yonder mossy ledge she sat,<br>Her sketch upon her knees,<br>A stray brown lock beneath her hat<br>Unrolling in the breeze;<br>Her sweet face, in the sunset light<br>Upraised and glorified,--<br>I never saw a prettier sight<br>In all my mountain ride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'As good as fair; it seemed her joy<br>To comfort and to give;<br>My poor, sick wife, and cripple boy,<br>Will bless her while they live!'<br>The tremor in the driver's tone<br>His manhood did not shame<br>'I dare say, sir, you may have known'--<br>He named a well-known name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then sank the pyramidal mounds,<br>The blue lake fled away;<br>For mountain-scope a parlor's bounds,<br>A lighted hearth for day!<br>From lonely years and weary miles<br>The shadows fell apart;<br>Kind voices cheered, sweet human smiles<br>Shone warm into my heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We journeyed on; but earth and sky<br>Had power to charm no more;<br>Still dreamed my inward-turning eye<br>The dream of memory o'er.<br>Ah! human kindness, human love,--<br>To few who seek denied;<br>Too late we learn to prize above<br>The whole round world beside!</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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We slowly climbed the hill,
Whose summit, in the hot noontide,
Seemed rising, rising still.
At last, our short noon-shadows bid
The top-stone, bare and brown,
From whence, like Gizeh's pyramid,
The rough mass slanted d..."></div>
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