<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506342" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Wall</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O the old wall here! How I could pass<br>Life in a long midsummer day,<br>My feet confined to a plot of grass,<br>My eyes from a wall not once away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And lush and lithe do the creepers clothe<br>Yon wall I watch, with a wealth of green:<br>Its bald red bricks draped, nothing loath,<br>In lappets of tangle they laugh between.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, what is it makes pulsate the robe?<br>Why tremble the sprays? What life o'erbrims <br>The body,--the house no eye can probe,--<br>Divined, as beneath a robe, the limbs?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there again! But my heart may guess<br>Who tripped behind; and she sang, perhaps:<br>So the old wall throbbed, and its life's excess<br>Died out and away in the leafy wraps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wall upon wall are between us: life<br>And song should away from heart to heart!<br>I--prison-bird, with a ruddy strife<br>At breast, and a lip whence storm-notes start-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hold on, hope hard in the subtle thing<br>That's spirit: tho' cloistered fast, soar free;<br>Account as wood, brick, stone, this ring<br>Of the rueful neighbours, and--forth to thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Browning">Robert Browning</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=506342" data-title="A Wall de Robert Browning" data-description="O the old wall here! How I could pass Life in a long midsummer day, My feet confined to a plot of grass, My eyes from a wall not once away! And lush and lithe do the creepers clothe Yon wall I watch, with a wealth of green: Its bald red bricks dr..."></div> </div> </div>

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