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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507653" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Lupum</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BEYOND the gates thou gav'st a field to till;<br>I have a larger on my window-sill.<br>A farm, d'ye say? Is this a farm to you,<br>Where for all woods I spay one tuft of rue,<br>And that so rusty, and so small a thing,<br>One shrill cicada hides it with a wing;<br>Where one cucumber covers all the plain;<br>And where one serpent rings himself in vain<br>To enter wholly; and a single snail<br>Eats all and exit fasting to the pool?<br>Here shall my gardener be the dusty mole.<br>My only ploughman the . . . mole.<br>Here shall I wait in vain till figs be set,<br>And till the spring disclose the violet.<br>Through all my wilds a tameless mouse careers,<br>And in that narrow boundary appears,<br>Huge as the stalking lion of Algiers,<br>Huge as the fabled boar of Calydon.<br>And all my hay is at one swoop impresst<br>By one low-flying swallow for her nest,<br>Strip god Priapus of each attribute<br>Here finds he scarce a pedestal to foot.<br>The gathered harvest scarcely brims a spoon;<br>And all my vintage drips in a cocoon.<br>Generous are you, but I more generous still:<br>Take back your farm and stand me half a gill!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Louis+Stevenson">Robert Louis Stevenson</a><div class=q>
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I have a larger on my window-sill.
A farm, d'ye say? Is this a farm to you,
Where for all woods I spay one tuft of rue,
And that so rusty, and so small a thing,
One shrill cicada hides it with a wing;
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