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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sussex</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">GOD gave all men all earth to love,<br>But since our hearts are small,<br>Ordained for each one spot should prove<br>Belovèd over all;<br>That, as He watched Creation’s birth,<br>So we, in godlike mood,<br>May of our love create our earth<br>And see that it is good. <br>So one shall Baltic pines content,<br>As one some Surrey glade,<br>Or one the palm-grove’s droned lament<br>Before Levuka’s Trade.<br>Each to his choice, and I rejoice<br>The lot has fallen to me<br>In a fair ground—in a fair ground—<br>Yea, Sussex by the sea! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No tender-hearted garden crowns,<br>No bosomed woods adorn<br>Our blunt, bow-headed, whale-backed Downs,<br>But gnarled and writhen thorn—<br>Bare slopes where chasing shadows skim,<br>And, through the gaps revealed,<br>Belt upon belt, the wooded, dim,<br>Blue goodness of the Weald. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clean of officious fence or hedge,<br>Half-wild and wholly tame,<br>The wise turf cloaks the white cliff edge<br>As when the Romans came.<br>What sign of those that fought and died<br>At shift of sword and sword?<br>The barrow and the camp abide,<br>The sunlight and the sward. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here leaps ashore the full Sou’west<br>All heavy-winged with brine,<br>Here lies above the folded crest<br>The Channel’s leaden line;<br>And here the sea-fogs lap and cling,<br>And here, each warning each,<br>The sheep-bells and the ship-bells ring<br>Along the hidden beach. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have no waters to delight<br>Our broad and brookless vales—<br>Only the dewpond on the height<br>Unfed, that never fails—<br>Whereby no tattered herbage tells<br>Which way the season flies—<br>Only our close-bit thyme that smells<br>Like dawn in Paradise. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here through the strong and shadeless days<br>The tinkling silence thrills;<br>Or little, lost, Down churches praise<br>The Lord who made the hills:<br>But here the Old Gods guard their round,<br>And, in her secret heart,<br>The heathen kingdom Wilfrid found<br>Dreams, as she dwells, apart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though all the rest were all my share,<br>With equal soul I’d see<br>Her nine-and-thirty sisters fair,<br>Yet none more fair than she.<br>Choose ye your need from Thames to Tweed,<br>And I will choose instead<br>Such lands as lie ’twixt Rake and Rye,<br>Black Down and Beachy Head. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will go out against the sun<br>Where the rolled scarp retires,<br>And the Long Man of Wilmington<br>Looks naked toward the shires;<br>And east till doubling Rother crawls<br>To find the fickle tide,<br>By dry and sea-forgotten walls,<br>Our ports of stranded pride. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will go north about the shaws<br>And the deep ghylls that breed<br>Huge oaks and old, the which we hold<br>No more than Sussex weed;<br>Or south where windy Piddinghoe’s<br>Begilded dolphin veers<br>And red beside wide-bankèd Ouse<br>Lie down our Sussex steers. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So to the land our hearts we give<br>Till the sure magic strike,<br>And Memory, Use, and Love make live<br>Us and our fields alike—<br>That deeper than our speech and thought,<br>Beyond our reason’s sway,<br>Clay of the pit whence we were wrought<br>Yearns to its fellow-clay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">God gives all men all earth to love,<br>But since man’s heart is small,<br>Ordains for each one spot shall prove<br>Beloved over all.<br>Each to his choice, and I rejoice<br>The lot has fallen to me<br>In a fair ground—in a fair ground—<br>Yea, Sussex by the sea!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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But since our hearts are small,
Ordained for each one spot should prove
Belovèd over all;
That, as He watched Creation’s birth,
So we, in godlike mood,
May of our love create our earth
And see that it is good..."></div>
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