<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529529" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In the Old Theatre, Fiesole (April, 1887)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I traced the Circus whose gray stones incline <br>Where Rome and dim Etruria interjoin, <br>Till came a child who showed an ancient coin <br>That bore the image of a Constantine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She lightly passed; nor did she once opine <br>How, better than all books, she had raised for me <br>In swift perspective Europe's history <br>Through the vast years of Caesar's sceptred line. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For in my distant plot of English loam <br>'Twas but to delve, and straightway there to find <br>Coins of like impress. As with one half blind <br>Whom common simples cure, her act flashed home <br>In that mute moment to my opened mind <br>The power, the pride, the reach of perished Rome.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hardy">Thomas Hardy</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529529" data-title="In the Old Theatre, Fiesole (April, 1887) de Thomas Hardy" data-description="I traced the Circus whose gray stones incline Where Rome and dim Etruria interjoin, Till came a child who showed an ancient coin That bore the image of a Constantine. She lightly passed; nor did she once opine How, better than all books, she..."></div> </div> </div>

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