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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507063" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Ballad Of Nursery Rhyme</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strawberries that in gardens grow<br>Are plump and juicy fine,<br>But sweeter far as wise men know<br>Spring from the woodland vine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No need for bowl or silver spoon,<br>Sugar or spice or cream,<br>Has the wild berry plucked in June<br>Beside the trickling stream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One such to melt at the tongue's root,<br>Confounding taste with scent,<br>Beats a full peck of garden fruit:<br>Which points my argument.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">May sudden justice overtake<br>And snap the froward pen,<br>That old and palsied poets shake<br>Against the minds of men;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blasphemers trusting to hold caught<br>In far-flung webs of ink<br>The utmost ends of human thought,<br>Till nothing's left to think.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But may the gift of heavenly peace<br>And glory for all time<br>Keep the boy Tom who tending geese<br>First made the nursery rhyme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the brookside one August day,<br>Using the sun for clock,<br>Tom whiled the languid hours away<br>Beside his scattering flock,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Carving with a sharp pointed stone<br>On a broad slab of slate<br>The famous lives of Jumping Joan,<br>Dan Fox and Greedy Kate;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rhyming of wolves and bears and birds,<br>Spain, Scotland, Babylon,<br>That sister Kate might learn the words<br>To tell to Toddling John.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Kate, who could not stay content<br>To learn her lesson pat,<br>New beauty to the rough lines lent<br>By changing this or that;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she herself set fresh things down<br>In corners of her slate,<br>Of lambs and lanes and London Town.<br>God's blessing fall on Kate!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The baby loved the simple sound,<br>With jolly glee he shook,<br>And soon the lines grew smooth and round<br>Like pebbles in Tom's brook,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From mouth to mouth told and retold<br>By children sprawled at ease<br>Before the fire in winter's cold,<br>In June beneath tall trees;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till though long lost are stone and slate,<br>Though the brook no more runs,<br>And dead long time are Tom, John, Kate,<br>Their sons and their sons' sons;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, as when Time with stealthy tread<br>Lays the rich garden waste,<br>The woodland berry ripe and red<br>Fails not in scent or taste,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So these same rhymes shall still be told<br>To children yet unborn,<br>While false philosophy growing old<br>Fades and is killed by scorn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Graves">Robert Graves</a><div class=q>
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Are plump and juicy fine,
But sweeter far as wise men know
Spring from the woodland vine.

No need for bowl or silver spoon,
Sugar or spice or cream,
Has the wild berry plucked in June
Beside the trickling stream...."></div>
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