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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>La Belle Dame Sans Merci</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,<br> Alone and palely loitering?<br>The sedge is withered from the lake,<br> And no birds sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,<br> So haggard and so woe-begone<br>The squirrel's granary is full,<br> And the harvest's done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see a lily on thy brow<br> With anguish moist and fever dew,<br>And on thy cheek a fading rose<br> Fast withereth too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I met a lady in the meads,<br> Full beautiful, a faery's child:<br>Her hair was long, her foot was ligh,<br> And her eyes were wild.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I set her on my pacing steed,<br> And nothing else saw all day long;<br>For sideways would she lean, and sing<br> A faery's song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I made a garland for her head,<br> And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;<br>She looked at me as she did love,<br> And made sweet moan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She found me roots of relish sweet,<br> And honey wild, and manna dew,<br>And sure in language strange she said,<br> &quot;I love thee true!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She took me to her elfin grot,<br> And there she gazed and sighed deep,<br>And there I shut her wild, sad eyes---<br> So kissed to sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there we slumbered on the moss,<br> And there I dreamed, ah! woe betide,<br>The latest dream I ever dreamed<br> On the cold hill side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw pale kings, and princes too,<br> Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;<br>Who cried---&quot;La belle Dame sans merci<br> Hath thee in thrall!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw their starved lips in the gloam,<br> With horrid warning gaped wide,<br>And I awoke and found me here,<br> On the cold hill side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And that is why I sojourn here,<br> Alone and palely loitering,<br>Though the sedge is withered from the lake,<br> And no birds sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Keats">John Keats</a><div class=q>
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 Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge is withered from the lake,
 And no birds sing.

Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
 So haggard and so woe-begone
The squirrel's granary is full,
 And the harvest's d..."></div>
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