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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538089" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Apennines</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your peaks are beautiful, ye Apennines!<br>In the soft light of these serenest skies;<br>From the broad highland region, black with pines,<br>Fair as the hills of Paradise they rise,<br>Bathed in the tint Peruvian slaves behold<br>In rosy flushes on the virgin gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, rooted to the aerial shelves that wear<br>The glory of a brighter world, might spring<br>Sweet flowers of heaven to scent the unbreathed air,<br>And heaven's fleet messengers might rest the wing,<br>To view the fair earth in its summer sleep,<br>Silent, and cradled by the glimmering deep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Below you lie men's sepulchres, the old<br>Etrurian tombs, the graves of yesterday;<br>The herd's white bones lie mixed with human mould--<br>Yet up the radiant steeps that I survey<br>Death never climbed, nor life's soft breath, with pain,<br>Was yielded to the elements again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ages of war have filled these plains with fear;<br>How oft the hind has started at the clash<br>Of spears, and yell of meeting, armies here,<br>Or seen the lightning of the battle flash<br>From clouds, that rising with the thunder's sound,<br>Hung like an earth-born tempest o'er the ground!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah me! what armed nations--Asian horde,<br>And Libyan host--the Scythian and the Gaul,<br>Have swept your base and through your passes poured,<br>Like ocean-tides uprising at the call<br>Of tyrant winds--against your rocky side<br>The bloody billows dashed, and howled, and died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How crashed the towers before beleaguering foes,<br>Sacked cities smoked and realms were rent in twain;<br>And commonwealths against their rivals rose,<br>Trode out their lives and earned the curse of Cain!<br>While in the noiseless air and light that flowed<br>Round your far brows, eternal Peace abode.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here pealed the impious hymn, and altar flames<br>Rose to false gods, a dream-begotten throng,<br>Jove, Bacchus, Pan, and earlier, fouler names;<br>While, as the unheeding ages passed along,<br>Ye, from your station in the middle skies,<br>Proclaimed the essential Goodness, strong and wise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In you the heart that sighs for freedom seeks<br>Her image; there the winds no barrier know,<br>Clouds come and rest and leave your fairy peaks;<br>While even the immaterial Mind, below,<br>And thought, her winged offspring, chained by power,<br>Pine silently for the redeeming hour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cullen+Bryant">William Cullen Bryant</a><div class=q>
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In the soft light of these serenest skies;
From the broad highland region, black with pines,
Fair as the hills of Paradise they rise,
Bathed in the tint Peruvian slaves behold
In rosy flushes on the virgin g..."></div>
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