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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538566" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegiac Stanzas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WRITTEN DURING SICKNESS AT BATH.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I lie musing on my bed alone, <br>And listen to the wintry waterfall;<br>And many moments that are past and gone,<br>Moments of sunshine and of joy, recall;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though the long night is dark and damp around, <br>And no still star hangs out its friendly flame;<br>And the winds sweep the sash with sullen sound,<br>And freezing palsy creeps o'er all my frame;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I catch consoling phantasies that spring <br>From the thick gloom, and as the night airs beat,<br>They touch my heart, like wind-swift wires that ring<br>In mournful modulations, strange and sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was it the voice of thee, my buried friend? <br>Was it the whispered vow of faithful love?<br>Do I in Knoyle's green shades thy steps attend,<br>And hear the high pines murmur thus above?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas not thy voice, my buried friend!--Oh, no: <br>'Twas not, O Knoyle! the murmur of thy trees;<br>But at the thought I feel my bosom glow,<br>And woo the dream whose air-drawn shadows please.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I can think I see the groves again, <br>The larches that yon peaceful roof embower;<br>The airy down, the cattle-speckled plain,<br>And the slant sunshine on the village tower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I can think I hear its Sabbath chime <br>Come smoothly softened down the woody vale;<br>Or mark on yon lone eminence sublime,<br>Fast whirling in the wind, the white mill's sail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Phantom, that by my bed dost beckoning glide, <br>Spectre of Death, to the damp charnel hie!<br>Thy dim pale hand, thy festering visage hide;<br>Thou com'st to say, I with thy worms shall lie!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou com'st to say that my once vacant mind <br>Amid those scenes shall never more rejoice;<br>Nor on the day of rest the hoary hind<br>Bend o'er his staff, attentive to my voice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hast thou not visited that pleasant place <br>Where in this hard world I have happiest been?<br>And shall I tremble at thy lifted mace<br>That hath pierced all on which life seemed to lean?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Hope might whisper: Many a smiling day <br>And many a cheerful eve may yet be mine,<br>Ere age's autumn strew my locks with gray,<br>And weary to the dust my steps decline.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I argue not, but uncomplaining bow <br>To Heaven's high 'hest; secure, whate'er my lot,<br>Meek spirit of resigned Content, that thou<br>Wilt smooth my pillow, and forsake me not!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou to the turfy hut with pilgrim feet <br>Wanderest, from halls of loud tumultuous joy;<br>Or on the naked down, when the winds beat,<br>Dost sing to the forsaken shepherd boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou art the sick man's nurse, the poor man's friend, <br>And through each change of life thou hast been mine;<br>In every ill thou canst a comfort blend,<br>And bid the eye, though sad, in sadness shine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thee I have met on Cherwell's willowed side, <br>And when our destined road far onward lay,<br>Thee I have found, whatever chance betide,<br>The kind companion of my devious way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With thee unwearied have I loved to roam, <br>By the smooth-flowing Scheldt, or rushing Rhine;<br>And thou hast gladdened my sequestered home,<br>And hung my peaceful porch with eglantine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When cares and crosses my tired spirits tried, <br>When to the dust my father I resigned;<br>Amidst the quiet shade unseen I sighed,<br>And, blest with thee, forgot a world unkind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ev'n now, while toiling through the sleepless night, <br>A tearful look to distant scenes I cast,<br>And the glad objects that once charmed my sight<br>Remember, like soft views of 'faerie' past;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see thee come half-smiling to my bed, <br>With Fortitude more awfully severe,<br>Whose arm sustaining holds my drooping head,<br>Who dries with her dark locks the tender tear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O firmer Spirit! on some craggy height <br>Who, when the tempest sails aloft, dost stand,<br>And hear'st the ceaseless billows of the night<br>Rolling upon the solitary strand;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At this sad hour, when no harsh thoughts intrude <br>To mar the melancholy mind's repose,<br>When I am left to night and solitude,<br>And languid life seems verging to its close;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, let me thy pervading influence feel; <br>Be every weak and wayward thought repressed;<br>And hide thou, as with plates of coldest steel,<br>The faded aspect and the throbbing breast!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silent the motley pageant may retreat, <br>And vain mortality's brief scenes remove;<br>Yet let my bosom, whilst with life it beat,<br>Breathe a last prayer for all on earth I love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slow-creeping pain weighs down my heavy eye, <br>A chiller faintness steals upon my breast;<br>'O gentle Muse, with some sweet lullaby'<br>Rock me in long forgetfulness to rest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Lisle+Bowles">William Lisle Bowles</a><div class=q>
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When I lie musing on my bed alone, 
And listen to the wintry waterfall;
And many moments that are past and gone,
Moments of sunshine and of joy, recall;

Though the long night is dark and damp around, 
And no stil..."></div>
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