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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512890" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To A Young Ass, Its Mother Being Tethered Near It</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor little Foal of an oppressed race!<br>I love the languid patience of thy face:<br>And oft with gentle hand I give thee bread,<br>And clap thy ragged coat, and pat thy head.<br>But what thy dulled spirits hath dismay'd,<br>That never thou dost sport along the glade?<br>And (most unlike the nature of things young)<br>That earthward still thy moveless head is hung?<br>Do thy prophetic fears anticipate,<br>Meek Child of Misery! thy future fate?<br>The starving meal, and all the thousand aches<br>'Which patient Merit of the Unworthy takes'?<br>Or is thy sad heart thrill'd with filial pain<br>To see thy wretched mother's shorten’d chain?<br>And truly, very piteous is her lot--<br>Chain'd to a log within a narrow spot,<br>Where the close-eaten grass is scarcely seen,<br>While sweet around her waves the tempting green! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor Ass! they master should have learnt to show<br>Pity -- best taught by fellowship of Woe!<br>For much I fear me that He lives like thee,<br>Half famished in a land of Luxury!<br>How askingly its footsteps hither bend?<br>It seems to say, 'And have I then one friend?'<br>Innocent foal! thou poor despis'd forlorn!<br>I hail thee Brother -- spite of the fool's scorn!<br>And fain would take thee with me, in the Dell<br>Of Peace and mild Equality to dwell,<br>Where Toil shall call the charmer Health his bride,<br>And Laughter tickle Plenty's ribless side!<br>How thou wouldst toss thy heels in gamesome play,<br>And frisk about, as lamb or kitten gay!<br>Yea! and more musically sweet to me<br>Thy dissonant harsh bray of joy would be,<br>Than warbled melodies that soothe to rest<br>The aching of pale Fashion's vacant breast!</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 love the languid patience of thy face:
And oft with gentle hand I give thee bread,
And clap thy ragged coat, and pat thy head.
But what thy dulled spirits hath dismay'd,
That never thou dost sport along the..."></div>
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