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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512811" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Reflections On Having Left A Place Of Retirement</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose<br>Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear<br>At silent noon, and eve, and early morn,<br>The Sea's faint murmur. In the open air<br>Our Myrtles blossom'd; and across the porch<br>Thick Jasmins twined : the little landscape round<br>Was green and woody, and refresh'd the eye.<br>It was a spot which you might aptly call<br>The Valley of Seclusion ! Once I saw<br>(Hallowing his Sabbath-day by quiteness)<br>A wealthy son of Commerce saunter by,<br>Bristowa's citizen : methought, it calm'd<br>His thirst of idle gold, and made him muse<br>With wiser feelings : for he paus'd, and look'd<br>With a pleas'd sadness, and gaz'd all around,<br>Then eyed our Cottage, and gaz'd round again,<br>And sigh'd, and said, it was a Blesséd Place.<br>And we were bless'd. Oft with patient ear<br>Long-listening to the viewless sky-lark's note<br>(Viewless, or haply for a moment seen<br>Gleaming on sunny wings) in whisper'd tones<br>I said to my Belovéd, `Such, sweet Girl !<br>The inobtrusive song of Happiness,<br>Unearthly minstrelsy ! then only heard<br>When the Soul seeks to hear ; when all is hush'd,<br>And the Heart listens !'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> [Image][Image][Image]But the time, when first<br>From that low Dell, steep up the stony Mount<br>I climb'd with perilous toil and reach'd the top,<br>Oh ! what a goodly scene ! Here the bleak mount,<br>The bare bleak mountain speckled thin with sheep ;<br>Grey clouds, that shadowing spot the sunny fields ;<br>And river, now with bushy rocks o'er-brow'd,<br>Now winding bright and full, with naked banks ;<br>And seats, and lawns, the Abbey and the wood,<br>And cots, and hamlets, and faint city-spire ;<br>The Channel there, the Islands and white sails,<br>Dim coasts, and cloud-like hills, and shoreless Ocean--<br>It seem'd like Omnipresence ! God, methought,<br>Had build him there a Temple : the whole World<br>Seem'd imag'd in its vast circumference :<br>No wish profan'd my overwhelméd heart.<br>Blest hour ! It was a luxury,--to be !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ah ! quiet Dell ! dear Cot, and Mount sublime !<br>I was constrain'd to quit you. Was it right,<br>While my unnumber'd brethren toil'd and bled,<br>That I should dream away the entrusted hours<br>On rose-leaf beds, pampering the coward heart<br>With feelings all too delicate for use ?<br>Sweet is the tear that from some Howard's eye<br>Drops on the cheek of one he lifts from earth :<br>And he that works me good with unmov'd face,<br>Does it but half : he chills me while he aids,<br>My benefactor, not my brother man !<br>Yet even this, this cold beneficience<br>Praise, praise it, O my Soul ! oft as thou scann'st<br>The sluggard Pity's vision-weaving tribe !<br>Who sigh for Wretchedness, yet shun the Wretched,<br>Nursing in some delicious solitude<br>Their slothful loves and dainty sympathies !<br>I therefore go, and join head, heart, and hand,<br>Active and firm, to fight the bloodless fight<br>Of Science, Freedom, and the Truth in Christ.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet oft when after honourable toil<br>Rests the tir'd mind, and waking loves to dream,<br>My spirit shall revisit thee, dear Cot !<br>Thy Jasmin and thy window-peeping Rose,<br>And Myrtles fearless of the mild sea-air.<br>And I shall sigh fond wishes--sweet Abode !<br>Ah !--had none greater ! And that all had such !<br>It might be so--but the time is not yet.<br>Speed it, O Father ! Let thy Kingdom come !</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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Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear
At silent noon, and eve, and early morn,
The Sea's faint murmur. In the open air
Our Myrtles blossom'd; and across the porch
Thick Jasmins twined : the little la..."></div>
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