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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536752" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lover And Birds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within a budding grove,<br>In April's ear sang every bird his best,<br>But not a song to pleasure my unrest,<br>Or touch the tears unwept of bitter love;<br>Some spake, methought, with pity, some as if in jest.<br>To every word<br>Of every bird<br>I listen'd, and replied as it behove.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scream'd Chaffinch, 'Sweet, sweet, sweet!<br>Pretty lovey, come and meet me here!'<br>'Chaffinch,' quoth I, 'be dumb awhile, in fear<br>Thy darling prove no better than a cheat,<br>And never come, or fly when wintry days appear.'<br>Yet from a twig,<br>With voice so big,<br>The little fowl his utterance did repeat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I, 'The man forlorn<br>Hears Earth send up a foolish noise aloft.'<br>'And what'll he do? What'll he do?' scoff'd<br>The Blackbird, standing, in an ancient thorn,<br>Then spread his sooty wings and flitted to the croft<br>With cackling laugh;<br>Whom I, being half<br>Enraged, called after, giving back his scorn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Worse mock'd the Thrush, 'Die! die!<br>Oh, could he do it? could he do it? Nay!<br>Be quick! be quick! Here, here, here!' (went his lay.)<br>'Take heed! take heed!' then 'Why? why? why? why? why?<br>See-ee now! see-ee now!' (he drawl'd) 'Back! back! back! R-r-r-run away!'<br>O Thrush, be still!<br>Or at thy will,<br>Seek some less sad interpreter than I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Air, air! blue air and white!<br>Whither I flee, whither, O whither, O whither I flee!'<br>(Thus the Lark hurried, mounting from the lea)<br>'Hills, countries, many waters glittering bright,<br>Whither I see, whither I see! deeper, deeper, deeper, whither I see, see,<br>see!'<br>'Gay Lark,' I said,<br>'The song that's bred<br>In happy nest may well to heaven make flight.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There's something, something sad,<br>I half remember'-piped a broken strain.<br>Well sung, sweet Robin! Robin sung again.<br>'Spring's opening cheerily, cheerily! be we glad!'<br>Which moved, I wist not why, me melancholy mad,<br>Till now, grown meek,<br>With wetted cheek,<br>Most comforting and gentle thoughts I had.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Allingham">William Allingham</a><div class=q>
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In April's ear sang every bird his best,
But not a song to pleasure my unrest,
Or touch the tears unwept of bitter love;
Some spake, methought, with pity, some as if in jest.
To every word
Of every bird
I listen'd, and repl..."></div>
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