<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536380" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Chanclebury Ring</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say what you will, there is not in the world<br>A nobler sight than from this upper Down.<br>No rugged landscape here, no beauty hurled<br>From its Creator's hand as with a frown;<br>But a green plain on which green hills look down<br>Trim as a garden plot. No other hue<br>Can hence be seen, save here and there the brown<br>Of a square fallow, and the horizon's blue.<br>Dear checker--work of woods, the Sussex Weald!<br>If a name thrills me yet of things of earth,<br>That name is thine. How often I have fled<br>To thy deep hedgerows and embraced each field,<br>Each lag, each pasture,--fields which gave me birth<br>And saw my youth, and which must hold me dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfrid+Scawen+Blunt">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</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=536380" data-title="Chanclebury Ring de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="Say what you will, there is not in the world A nobler sight than from this upper Down. No rugged landscape here, no beauty hurled From its Creator's hand as with a frown; But a green plain on which green hills look down Trim as a garden plot. No o..."></div> </div> </div>

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