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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512897" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To C. Lloyd, On His Proposing To Domesticate With The Author</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A mount, not wearisome and bare and steep,<br>But a green mountain variously up-piled<br>Where o'er the jutting rocks soft mosses creep<br>Or colored lichens with slow oozing weep;<br>Where cypress and the darker yew start wild;<br>And 'mid the summer torrent's gentle dash<br>Dance brightened the red clusters of the ash;<br>Beneath whose boughs, by stillest sounds beguiled,<br>Calm pensiveness might muse herself to sleep;<br>Till haply startled by some fleecy dam,<br>That rustling on the bushy cliff above<br>With melancholy bleat of anxious love<br>Made meek enquiry for her wand'ring lamb:<br>Such a green mountain 'twere most sweet to climb<br>E'en while the bosom ached with loneliness--<br>How heavenly sweet, if some dear friend should bless<br>Th' advent'rous toil, and up the path sublime<br>Now lead, now follow; the glad landscape round<br>Wide and more wide, increasing without bound!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O then 'twere loveliest sympathy, to mark<br>The berries of the half up-rooted ash<br>Dripping and bright; and list the torrent's dash--<br>Beneath the cypress, or the yew more dark, <br>Seated at ease, on some smooth mossy rock;<br>In social silence now, and now t' unlock<br>The treasured heart; arm linked in friendly arm,<br>Save if the one, his muse's witching charm<br>Mutt'ring brow-bent, at unwatched distance lag;<br>Till high o'er-head his beck'ning friend appears,<br>And from the forehead of the topmost crag<br>Shouts eagerly; for haply there uprears<br>That shadowing pine its old romantic limbs<br>Which latest shall detain the enamoured sight<br>Seen from below, when eve the valley dims,<br>Tinged yellow with the rich departing light;<br>And haply, basoned in some unsunned cleft,<br>A beauteous spring, the rock's collected tears,<br>Sleeps unsheltered there, scarce wrinkled by the gale!<br>Together thus, the world's vain turmoil left,<br>Stretched on the crag, and shadowed by the pine,<br>And bending o'er the clear delicious fount, <br>Ah, dearest Charles! it were a lot divine<br>To cheat our noons in moralizing mood,<br>While west winds fanned our temples, toil-bedewed <br>Then downwards slope, oft-pausing, from the mount<br>To some low mansion in some woody dale,<br>Where, smiling with blue eye, domestic bliss<br>Gives this the husband's, that the brother's kiss!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus rudely versed in allegoric lore,<br>The hill of knowledge I essayed to trace;<br>That verd'rous hill with many a resting-place<br>And many a stream, whose warbling waters pour<br>To glad and fertilize the subject plains;<br>That hill with secret springs, and nooks untrod,<br>And many a fancy-blest and holy sod<br>Where inspiration, his diviner strains<br>Low-murm'ring, lay; and starting from the rocks<br>Stiff evergreens, whose spreading foliage mocks<br>Want's barren soil, and the bleak frosts of age,<br>And mad oppression's thunder-clasping rage!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O meek retiring spirit! we will climb,<br>Cheering and cheered, this lovely hill sublime;<br>And from the stirring world uplifted high<br>(Whose noises faintly wafted on the wind<br>To quiet musings shall attune the mind,<br>And oft the melancholy theme supply),<br>There while the prospect thro' the gazing eye<br>Pours all its healthful greenness on the soul,<br>We'll laugh at wealth, and learn to laugh at fame,<br>Our hopes, our knowledge, and our joys the same,<br>As neighb'ring fountains image each the whole.</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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But a green mountain variously up-piled
Where o'er the jutting rocks soft mosses creep
Or colored lichens with slow oozing weep;
Where cypress and the darker yew start wild;
And 'mid the summer torrent's ..."></div>
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