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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines To A Beautiful Spring In A Village</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once more, sweet stream! with slow foot wand'ring near,<br>I bless thy milky waters cold and clear.<br>Escaped the flashing of the noontide hours,<br>With one fresh garland of Pierian flowers<br>(Ere from thy zephyr-haunted brink I turn)<br>My languid hand shall wreath thy mossy urn.<br>For not thro' pathless grove with murmur rude<br>Then soothest the sad wood-nymph, solitude:<br>Nor thine unseen in cavern depths to well,<br>The hermit-fountain of some dripping cell!<br>Pride of the vale! thy useful streams supply <br>The scattered cots and peaceful hamlet nigh.<br>The elfin tribe around thy friendly banks<br>With infant uproar and soul-soothing pranks,<br>Released from school, their little hearts at rest,<br>Launch paper navies on thy waveless breast.<br>The rustic here at eve with pensive look<br>Whistling lorn ditties leans upon his crook,<br>Or starting pauses with hope-mingled dread<br>To list the much-loved maid's accustom'd tread:<br>She, vainly mindful of her dame's command,<br>Loiters, the long-filled pitcher in her hand.<br>Unboastful stream! thy fount with pebbled falls<br>The faded form of past delight recalls,<br>What time the morning sun of hope arose,<br>And all was joy; save when another's woes<br>A transient gloom upon my soul imprest,<br>Like passing clouds impictured on thy breast.<br>Life's current then ran sparkling to the noon,<br>Or silvery stole beneath the pensive moon:<br>Ah! now it works rude brakes and thorns among,<br>Or o'er the rough rock bursts and foams along!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Samuel+Taylor+Coleridge">Samuel Taylor Coleridge</a><div class=q>
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I bless thy milky waters cold and clear.
Escaped the flashing of the noontide hours,
With one fresh garland of Pierian flowers
(Ere from thy zephyr-haunted brink I turn)
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