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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506413" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Youth and Art</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 It once might have been, once only:<br>2 We lodged in a street together,<br>3 You, a sparrow on the housetop lonely,<br>4 I, a lone she-bird of his feather.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">5 Your trade was with sticks and clay,<br>6 You thumbed, thrust, patted and polished,<br>7 Then laughed 'They will see some day<br>8 Smith made, and Gibson demolished.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">9 My business was song, song, song;<br>10 I chirped, cheeped, trilled and twittered,<br>11 'Kate Brown's on the boards ere long,<br>12 And Grisi's existence embittered!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">13 I earned no more by a warble<br>14 Than you by a sketch in plaster;<br>15 You wanted a piece of marble,<br>16 I needed a music-master.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">17 We studied hard in our styles,<br>18 Chipped each at a crust like Hindoos,<br>19 For air looked out on the tiles,<br>20 For fun watched each other's windows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">21 You lounged, like a boy of the South,<br>22 Cap and blouse--nay, a bit of beard too;<br>23 Or you got it, rubbing your mouth<br>24 With fingers the clay adhered to.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">25 And I--soon managed to find<br>26 Weak points in the flower-fence facing,<br>27 Was forced to put up a blind<br>28 And be safe in my corset-lacing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">29 No harm! It was not my fault<br>30 If you never turned your eye's tail up<br>31 As I shook upon E in alt,<br>32 Or ran the chromatic scale up:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">33 For spring bade the sparrows pair,<br>34 And the boys and girls gave guesses,<br>35 And stalls in our street looked rare<br>36 With bulrush and watercresses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">37 Why did not you pinch a flower<br>38 In a pellet of clay and fling it?<br>39 Why did not I put a power<br>40 Of thanks in a look, or sing it?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">41 I did look, sharp as a lynx,<br>42 (And yet the memory rankles,)<br>43 When models arrived, some minx<br>44 Tripped up-stairs, she and her ankles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">45 But I think I gave you as good!<br>46 'That foreign fellow,--who can know<br>47 How she pays, in a playful mood,<br>48 For his tuning her that piano?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">49 Could you say so, and never say<br>50 'Suppose we join hands and fortunes,<br>51 And I fetch her from over the way,<br>52 Her, piano, and long tunes and short tunes?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">53 No, no: you would not be rash,<br>54 Nor I rasher and something over:<br>55 You've to settle yet Gibson's hash,<br>56 And Grisi yet lives in clover.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">57 But you meet the Prince at the Board,<br>58 I'm queen myself at bals-paré,<br>59 I've married a rich old lord,<br>60 And you're dubbed knight and an R.A.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">61 Each life unfulfilled, you see;<br>62 It hangs still, patchy and scrappy:<br>63 We have not sighed deep, laughed free,<br>64 Starved, feasted, despaired,--been happy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">65 And nobody calls you a dunce,<br>66 And people suppose me clever:<br>67 This could but have happened once,<br>68 And we missed it, lost it for ever.</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>
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2 We lodged in a street together,
3 You, a sparrow on the housetop lonely,
4 I, a lone she-bird of his feather.

5 Your trade was with sticks and clay,
6 You thumbed, thrust, patted and polished,
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