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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512882" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, they are gone, and here must I remain,<br>This lime-tree bower my prison ! I have lost<br>Beauties and feelings, such as would have been<br>Most sweet to my remembrance even when age<br>Had dimm'd mine eyes to blindness ! They, meanwhile,<br>Friends, whom I never more may meet again,<br>On springy heath, along the hill-top edge,<br>Wander in gladness, and wind down, perchance,<br>To that still roaring dell, of which I told ;<br>The roaring dell, o'erwooded, narrow, deep,<br>And only speckled by the mid-day sun ;<br>Where its slim trunk the ash from rock to rock<br>Flings arching like a bridge ;--that branchless ash,<br>Unsunn'd and damp, whose few poor yellow leaves<br>Ne'er tremble in the gale, yet tremble still,<br>Fann'd by the water-fall ! and there my friends<br>Behold the dark green file of long lank weeds,<br>That all at once (a most fantastic sight !)<br>Still nod and drip beneath the dripping edge<br>Of the blue clay-stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> [Image][Image][Image]Now, my friends emerge<br>Beneath the wide wide Heaven--and view again<br>The many-steepled tract magnificent<br>Of hilly fields and meadows, and the sea,<br>With some fair bark, perhaps, whose sails light up<br>The slip of smooth clear blue betwixt two Isles<br>Of purple shadow ! Yes ! they wander on<br>In gladness all ; but thou, methinks, most glad,<br>My gentle-hearted Charles ! for thou hast pined<br>And hunger'd after Nature, many a year,<br>In the great City pent, winning thy way<br>With sad yet patient soul, through evil and pain<br>And strange calamity ! Ah ! slowly sink<br>Behind the western ridge, thou glorious Sun !<br>Shine in the slant beams of the sinking orb,<br>Ye purple heath-flowers ! richlier burn, ye clouds !<br>Live in the yellow light, ye distant groves !<br>And kindle, thou blue Ocean ! So my friend<br>Struck with deep joy may stand, as I have stood,<br>Silent with swimming sense ; yea, gazing round<br>On the wide landscape, gaze till all doth seem<br>Less gross than bodily ; and of such hues<br>As veil the Almighty Spirit, when yet he makes<br>Spirits perceive his presence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> [Image][Image][Image][Image]A delight<br>Comes sudden on my heart, and I am glad<br>As I myself were there ! Nor in this bower,<br>This little lime-tree bower, have I not mark'd<br>Much that has sooth'd me. Pale beneath the blaze<br>Hung the transparent foliage ; and I watch'd<br>Some broad and sunny leaf, and lov'd to see<br>The shadow of the leaf and stem above<br>Dappling its sunshine ! And that walnut-tree<br>Was richly ting'd, and a deep radiance lay<br>Full on the ancient ivy, which usurps<br>Those fronting elms, and now, with blackest mass<br>Makes their dark branches gleam a lighter hue<br>Through the late twilight : and though now the bat<br>Wheels silent by, and not a swallow twitters,<br>Yet still the solitary humble-bee<br>Sings in the bean-flower ! Henceforth I shall know<br>That Nature ne'er deserts the wise and pure ;<br>No plot so narrow, be but Nature there,<br>No waste so vacant, but may well employ<br>Each faculty of sense, and keep the heart<br>Awake to Love and Beauty ! and sometimes<br>'Tis well to be bereft of promis'd good,<br>That we may lift the soul, and contemplate<br>With lively joy the joys we cannot share.<br>My gentle-hearted Charles ! when the last rook<br>Beat its straight path across the dusky air<br>Homewards, I blest it ! deeming its black wing<br>(Now a dim speck, now vanishing in light)<br>Had cross'd the mighty Orb's dilated glory,<br>While thou stood'st gazing ; or, when all was still,<br>Flew creeking o'er thy head, and had a charm<br>For thee, my gentle-hearted Charles, to whom<br>No sound is dissonant which tells of Life.</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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This lime-tree bower my prison ! I have lost
Beauties and feelings, such as would have been
Most sweet to my remembrance even when age
Had dimm'd mine eyes to blindness ! They, meanwhile,
Friends, whom ..."></div>
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