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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539894" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Fact, And An Imagination, Or, Canute And Alfred, On The Seashore</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE Danish Conqueror, on his royal chair,<br>Mustering a face of haughty sovereignty,<br>To aid a covert purpose, cried--'O ye<br>Approaching Waters of the deep, that share<br>With this green isle my fortunes, come not where<br>Your Master's throne is set.'--Deaf was the Sea;<br>Her waves rolled on, respecting his decree<br>Less than they heed a breath of wanton air.<br>--Then Canute, rising from the invaded throne,<br>Said to his servile Courtiers,--'Poor the reach, <br>The undisguised extent, of mortal sway!<br>He only is a King, and he alone<br>Deserves the name (this truth the billows preach)<br>Whose everlasting laws, sea, earth, and heaven, obey.'<br>This just reproof the prosperous Dane<br>Drew, from the influx of the main,<br>For some whose rugged northern mouths would strain<br>At oriental flattery;<br>And Canute (fact more worthy to be known)<br>From that time forth did for his brows disown <br>The ostentatious symbol of a crown;<br>Esteeming earthly royalty<br>Contemptible as vain.<br>Now hear what one of elder days,<br>Rich theme of England's fondest praise,<br>Her darling Alfred, 'might' have spoken;<br>To cheer the remnant of his host<br>When he was driven from coast to coast,<br>Distressed and harassed, but with mind unbroken:<br>'My faithful followers, lo! the tide is spent <br>That rose, and steadily advanced to fill<br>The shores and channels, working Nature's will<br>Among the mazy streams that backward went,<br>And in the sluggish pools where ships are pent:<br>And now, his task performed, the flood stands still,<br>At the green base of many an inland hill,<br>In placid beauty and sublime content!<br>Such the repose that sage and hero find;<br>Such measured rest the sedulous and good<br>Of humbler name; whose souls do, like the flood <br>Of Ocean, press right on; or gently wind,<br>Neither to be diverted nor withstood,<br>Until they reach the bounds by Heaven assigned.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Wordsworth">William Wordsworth</a><div class=q>
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Mustering a face of haughty sovereignty,
To aid a covert purpose, cried--'O ye
Approaching Waters of the deep, that share
With this green isle my fortunes, come not where
Your Master's throne is set.'--Dea..."></div>
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