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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538739" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Crystal Palace</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">With ganial foire<br>Thransfuse me loyre,<br>Ye sacred nympths of Pindus,<br>The whoile I sing<br>That wondthrous thing,<br>The Palace made o' windows!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say, Paxton, truth,<br>Thou wondthrous youth,<br>What sthroke of art celistial,<br>What power was lint<br>You to invint<br>This combineetion cristial.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O would before<br>That Thomas Moore,<br>Likewoise the late Lord Boyron,<br>Thim aigles sthrong<br>Of godlike song,<br>Cast oi on that cast oiron!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And saw thim walls,<br>And glittering halls,<br>Thim rising slendther columns,<br>Which I poor pote,<br>Could not denote,<br>No, not in twinty vollums.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Muse's words<br>Is like the bird's<br>That roosts beneath the panes there;<br>Her wing she spoils<br>'Gainst them bright toiles,<br>And cracks her silly brains there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This Palace tall,<br>This Cristial Hall,<br>Which Imperors might covet,<br>Stands in High Park<br>Like Noah's Ark,<br>A rainbow bint above it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The towers and fanes,<br>In other scaynes,<br>The fame of this will undo,<br>Saint Paul's big doom,<br>Saint Payther's Room,<br>And Dublin's proud Rotundo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis here that roams,<br>As well becomes<br>Her dignitee and stations,<br>Victoria Great,<br>And houlds in state<br>The Congress of the Nations.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her subjects pours<br>From distant shores,<br>Her Injians and Canajians;<br>And also we,<br>Her kingdoms three,<br>Attind with our allagiance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here come likewise<br>Her bould allies,<br>Both Asian and Europian;<br>From East and West<br>They send their best<br>To fill her Coornucopean.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I seen (thank Grace!)<br>This wonthrous place<br>(His Noble Honor Misther<br>H. Cole it was<br>That gave the pass,<br>And let me see what is there).</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With conscious proide<br>I stud insoide<br>And look'd the World's Great Fair in,<br>Until me sight<br>Was dazzled quite,<br>And couldn't see for staring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's holy saints<br>And window paints,<br>By Maydiayval Pugin;<br>Alhamborough Jones<br>Did paint the tones<br>Of yellow and gambouge in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's fountains there<br>And crosses fair;<br>There's water-gods with urrns:<br>There's organs three,<br>To play, d'ye see?<br>'God save the Queen,' by turrns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's Statues bright<br>Of marble white,<br>Of silver, and of copper;<br>And some in zinc,<br>And some, I think,<br>That isn't over proper.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's staym Ingynes,<br>That stands in lines,<br>Enormous and amazing,<br>That squeal and snort<br>Like whales in sport,<br>Or elephants a-grazing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's carts and gigs,<br>And pins for pigs,<br>There's dibblers and there's harrows.<br>And ploughs like toys<br>For little boys,<br>And ilegant wheelbarrows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For thim genteels<br>Who ride on wheels,<br>There's plenty to indulge 'em:<br>There's Droskys snug<br>From Paytersbug,<br>And vayhycles from Bulgium.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's Cabs on Stands<br>And Shandthry danns;<br>There's Waggons from New York here;<br>There's Lapland Sleighs<br>Have cross'd the seas,<br>And Jaunting Cyars from Cork here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amazed I pass<br>From glass to glass,<br>Deloighted I survey 'em;<br>Fresh wondthers grows<br>Before me nose<br>In this sublime Musayum!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look, here's a fan<br>From far Japan,<br>A sabre from Damasco:<br>There's shawls ye get<br>From far Thibet,<br>And cotton prints from Glasgow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's German flutes,<br>Marocky boots,<br>And Naples Macaronies;<br>Bohaymia<br>Has sent Bohay;<br>Polonia her polonies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's granite flints<br>That's quite imminse,<br>There's sacks of coals and fuels,<br>There's swords and guns,<br>And soap in tuns,<br>And Gingerbread and Jewels.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's taypots there,<br>And cannons rare;<br>There's coffins fill'd with roses;<br>There's canvas tints,<br>Teeth insthrumints,<br>And shuits of clothes by MOSES.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's lashins more<br>Of things in store,<br>But thim I don't remimber;<br>Nor could disclose<br>Did I compose<br>From May time to Novimber!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, JUDY thru!<br>With eyes so blue,<br>That you were here to view it!<br>And could I screw<br>But tu pound tu,<br>'Tis I would thrait you to it!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So let us raise<br>Victoria's praise,<br>And Albert's proud condition,<br>That takes his ayse<br>As he surveys<br>This Cristial Exhibition.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Makepeace+Thackeray">William Makepeace Thackeray</a><div class=q>
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Thransfuse me loyre,
Ye sacred nympths of Pindus,
The whoile I sing
That wondthrous thing,
The Palace made o' windows!

Say, Paxton, truth,
Thou wondthrous youth,
What sthroke of art celistial,
What power was lint
You to invint
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