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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519297" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Solitude</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the mocking lyre-bird calls<br>To its mate among the falls<br>Of the mountain streams that play,<br>Each adown its tortuous way;<br>When the dewy-fingered even<br>Veils the narrowed glimpse of heaven,<br>Where the morning re-illumes<br>Gullies full of ferny plumes,<br>And the roof of radiance weaves<br>Through high-hanging vault of leaves;<br>There ’mid giant turpentines,<br>Groups of climbing, clustering vines,<br>Rocks that stand like sentinels<br>Guarding native citadels,<br>Lowly flowering shrubs that grace<br>With their beauty all the place,<br>There I love to wander lonely<br>With my dog companion only;<br>There, indulge unworldly moods<br>In the mountain solitudes;<br>Far from all the gilded strife<br>Of our boasted “social life,”<br>Contemplating, spirit-free,<br>The majestic company,<br>Grandly marching through the ages—<br>Heroes, martyrs, bards, and sages—<br>They who bravely suffered long,<br>By their struggles waxing strong,<br>For the freedom of the mind,<br>For the rights of humankind.<br>Oh, for some awakening cause,<br>Where we face eternal laws,<br>Where we dare not turn aside,<br>Where the souls of men are tried—<br>Something of a nobler strife,<br>Which consumes the dross of life,<br>To unite to truer aim,<br>To exalt to loftier fame,<br>Leave behind the bats and balls,<br>Leave the racers in the stalls,<br>Leave the cards for ever shuffled,<br>Leave the yacht on seas unruffled,<br>Leave the haunts of pampered ease,<br>Leave your dull festivities—<br>Better far the savage glen,<br>Fitter school for earnest men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Henry+Parkes">Sir Henry Parkes</a><div class=q>
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To its mate among the falls
Of the mountain streams that play,
Each adown its tortuous way;
When the dewy-fingered even
Veils the narrowed glimpse of heaven,
Where the morning re-illumes
Gullies full of ferny plum..."></div>
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