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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=456493" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Apollo Musagetes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts,<br> Thick breaks the red flame;<br> All Etna heaves fiercely<br> Her forest-clothed frame. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Not here, O Apollo!<br> Are haunts meet for thee.<br> But, where Helicon breaks down<br> In cliff to the sea, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Where the moon-silver'd inlets<br> Send far their light voice<br> Up the still vale of Thisbe,<br> O speed, and rejoice! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> On the sward at the cliff-top<br> Lie strewn the white flocks,<br> On the cliff-side the pigeons<br> Roost deep in the rocks. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In the moonlight the shepherds,<br> Soft lull'd by the rills,<br> Lie wrapped in their blankets<br> Asleep on the hills. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> --What forms are these coming<br> So white through the gloom?<br> What garments out-glistening<br> The gold-flower'd broom? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> What sweet-breathing presence<br> Out-perfumes the thyme?<br> What voices enrapture<br> The night's balmy prime? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'Tis Apollo comes leading<br> His choir, the Nine.<br> --The leader is fairest,<br> But all are divine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> They are lost in the hollows!<br> They stream up again!<br> What seeks on this mountain<br> The glorified train?-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> They bathe on this mountain,<br> In the spring by their road;<br> Then on to Olympus,<br> Their endless abode. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> --Whose proase do they mention?<br> Of what is it told?--<br> What will be for ever;<br> What was from of old. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> First hymn they the Father<br> Of all things; and then,<br> The rest of immortals,<br> The action of men. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The day in his hotness,<br> The strife with the palm;<br> The night in her silence,<br> The stars in their calm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Matthew+Arnold">Matthew Arnold</a><div class=q>
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 Thick breaks the red flame;
 All Etna heaves fiercely
 Her forest-clothed frame. 

 Not here, O Apollo!
 Are haunts meet for thee.
 But, where Helicon breaks down
 In cliff to the sea, 

 Where the moon-si..."></div>
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