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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512788" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines Written In The Album At Elbingerode, In The Hartz Forest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stood on Brocken's sovran height, and saw<br>Woods crowding upon woods, hills over hills<br>A surging scene, and only limited<br>By the blue distance. Heavily my way<br>Downward I dragged through fir groves evermore,<br>Where bright green moss heaves in sepulchral forms<br>Speckled with sunshine; and, but seldom heard,<br>The sweet bird's song became a hollow sound;<br>And the breeze, murmuring indivisibly,<br>Preserved its solemn murmur most distinct<br>From many a note of many a waterfall,<br>And the brook's chatter; 'mid whose islet stones<br>The dingy kidling with its tinkling bell<br>Leaped frolicsome, or old romantic goat<br>Sat, his white beard slow waving. I moved on<br>In low and languid mood: for I had found<br>That outward forms, the loftiest, still receive<br>Their finer influence from the Life within;<br>Fair cyphers else: fair, but of import vague<br>Or unconcerning, where the heart not finds<br>History or prophecy of friend, or child,<br>Or gentle maid, our first and early love,<br>Or father, or the venerable name<br>Of our adored country! O thou Queen,<br>Thou delegated Deity of Earth,<br>O dear, dear England! how my longing eye<br>Turned westward, shaping in the steady clouds<br>Thy sands and high white cliffs!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My native Land!<br>Filled with the thought of thee this heart was proud,<br>Yea, mine eye swam with tears: that all the view<br>From sovran Brocken, woods and woody hills,<br>Floated away, like a departing dream,<br>Feeble and dim! Stranger, these impulses<br>Blame thou not lightly; nor will I profane,<br>With hasty judgment or injurious doubt,<br>That man's sublimer spirit, who can feel<br>That God is everywhere! the God who framed<br>Mankind to be one mighty family,<br>Himself our Father, and the World our Home.</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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Woods crowding upon woods, hills over hills
A surging scene, and only limited
By the blue distance. Heavily my way
Downward I dragged through fir groves evermore,
Where bright green moss heaves in sepulc..."></div>
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