<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473238" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Double Villanelle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>O goat-foot God of Arcady!<br>This modern world is grey and old,<br>And what remains to us of thee?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more the shepherd lads in glee<br>Throw apples at thy wattled fold,<br>O goat-foot God of Arcady!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor through the laurels can one see<br>Thy soft brown limbs, thy beard of gold<br>And what remains to us of thee?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And dull and dead our Thames would be,<br>For here the winds are chill and cold,<br>O goat-loot God of Arcady!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then keep the tomb of Helice,<br>Thine olive-woods, thy vine-clad wold,<br>And what remains to us of thee?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though many an unsung elegy<br>Sleeps in the reeds our rivers hold,<br>O goat-foot God of Arcady!<br>Ah, what remains to us of thee?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ah, leave the hills of Arcady,<br>Thy satyrs and their wanton play,<br>This modern world hath need of thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No nymph or Faun indeed have we,<br>For Faun and nymph are old and grey,<br>Ah, leave the hills of Arcady!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the land where liberty<br>Lit grave-browed Milton on his way,<br>This modern world hath need of thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A land of ancient chivalry<br>Where gentle Sidney saw the day,<br>Ah, leave the hills of Arcady!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This fierce sea-lion of the sea,<br>This England lacks some stronger lay,<br>This modern world hath need of thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then blow some trumpet loud and free,<br>And give thine oaten pipe away,<br>Ah, leave the hills of Arcady!<br>This modern world hath need of thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oscar+Wilde">Oscar Wilde</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473238" data-title="Double Villanelle de Oscar Wilde" data-description="I. O goat-foot God of Arcady! This modern world is grey and old, And what remains to us of thee? No more the shepherd lads in glee Throw apples at thy wattled fold, O goat-foot God of Arcady! Nor through the laurels can one see Thy soft brown li..."></div> </div> </div>

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