<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538677" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>VIII. To the River Itchin, near Winton.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ITCHIN, when I behold thy banks again, <br>Thy crumbling margin, and thy silver breast, <br>On which the self-same tints still seem to rest, <br>Why feels my heart the shiv'ring sense of pain? <br>Is it, that many a summer's day has past <br>Since, in life's morn, I carol'd on thy side? <br>Is it, that oft, since then, my heart has sigh'd, <br>As Youth, and Hope's delusive gleams, flew fast? <br>Is it that those, who circled on thy shore, <br>Companions of my youth, now meet now more? <br>Whate'er the cause, upon thy banks I bend <br>Sorrowing, yet feel such solace at my heart, <br>As at the meeting of some long-lost friend, <br>From whom, in happier hours, we wept to part.</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> <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=538677" data-title="VIII. To the River Itchin, near Winton. de William Lisle Bowles" data-description="ITCHIN, when I behold thy banks again, Thy crumbling margin, and thy silver breast, On which the self-same tints still seem to rest, Why feels my heart the shiv'ring sense of pain? Is it, that many a summer's day has past Since, in life's mor..."></div> </div> </div>

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