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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=456518" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pagan World</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In his cool hall, with haggard eyes,<br>The Roman noble lay;<br>He drove abroad, in furious guise,<br>Along the Appian way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He made a feast, drank fierce and fast,<br>And crowned his hair with flowers -<br>No easier nor no quicker passed<br>The impracticable hours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The brooding East with awe beheld<br>Her impious younger world.<br>The Roman tempest swelled and swelled,<br>And on her head was hurled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The East bowed low before the blast<br>In patient, deep disdain;<br>She let the legions thunder past,<br>And plunged in thought again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So well she mused, a morning broke<br>Across her spirit grey;<br>A conquering, new-born joy awoke,<br>And filled her life with day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Poor world,' she cried, 'so deep accurst<br>That runn'st from pole to pole<br>To seek a draught to slake thy thirst -<br>Go, seek it in thy soul!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She heard it, the victorious West,<br>In crown and sword arrayed!<br>She felt the void which mined her breast,<br>She shivered and obeyed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She veiled her eagles, snapped her sword,<br>And laid her sceptre down;<br>Her stately purple she abhorred,<br>And her imperial crown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She broke her flutes, she stopped her sports,<br>Her artists could not please;<br>She tore her books, she shut her courts,<br>She fled her palaces;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lust of the eye and pride of life<br>She left it all behind,<br>And hurried, torn with inward strife,<br>The wilderness to find.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tears washed the trouble from her face!<br>She changed into a child!<br>Mid weeds and wrecks she stood -a place<br>Of ruin -but she smiled!</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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The Roman noble lay;
He drove abroad, in furious guise,
Along the Appian way.

He made a feast, drank fierce and fast,
And crowned his hair with flowers -
No easier nor no quicker passed
The impracticable hours..."></div>
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