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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537202" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dedication To A Book Of Stories</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SELECTED FROM THE IRISH NOVELISTS</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THERE was a green branch hung with many a bell<br>When her own people ruled this tragic Eire;<br>And from its murmuring greenness, calm of Faery,<br>A Druid kindness, on all hearers fell.<br>It charmed away the merchant from his guile,<br>And turned the farmer's memory from his cattle,<br>And hushed in sleep the roaring ranks of battle:<br>And all grew friendly for a little while.<br>Ah, Exiles wandering over lands and seas,<br>And planning, plotting always that some morrow<br>May set a stone upon ancestral Sorrow!<br>I also bear a bell-branch full of ease.<br>I tore it from green boughs winds tore and tossed<br>Until the sap of summer had grown weary!<br>I tore it from the barren boughs of Eire,<br>That country where a man can be so crossed;<br>Can be so battered, badgered and destroyed<br>That he's a loveless man: gay bells bring laughter<br>That shakes a mouldering cobweb from the rafter;<br>And yet the saddest chimes are best enjoyed.<br>Gay bells or sad, they bring you memories<br>Of half-forgotten innocent old places:<br>We and our bitterness have left no traces<br>On Munster grass and Connemara skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Butler+Yeats">William Butler Yeats</a><div class=q>
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THERE was a green branch hung with many a bell
When her own people ruled this tragic Eire;
And from its murmuring greenness, calm of Faery,
A Druid kindness, on all hearers fell.
It charmed away the merchant from..."></div>
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