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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539895" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Farewell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FAREWELL, thou little Nook of mountain-ground,<br>Thou rocky corner in the lowest stair<br>Of that magnificent temple which doth bound<br>One side of our whole vale with grandeur rare;<br>Sweet garden-orchard, eminently fair,<br>The loveliest spot that man hath ever found,<br>Farewell!--we leave thee to Heaven's peaceful care,<br>Thee, and the Cottage which thou dost surround.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our boat is safely anchored by the shore,<br>And there will safely ride when we are gone; <br>The flowering shrubs that deck our humble door<br>Will prosper, though untended and alone:<br>Fields, goods, and far-off chattels we have none:<br>These narrow bounds contain our private store<br>Of things earth makes, and sun doth shine upon;<br>Here are they in our sight--we have no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sunshine and shower be with you, bud and bell!<br>For two months now in vain we shall be sought:<br>We leave you here in solitude to dwell<br>With these our latest gifts of tender thought; <br>Thou, like the morning, in thy saffron coat,<br>Bright gowan, and marsh-marigold, farewell!<br>Whom from the borders of the Lake we brought,<br>And placed together near our rocky Well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We go for One to whom ye will be dear;<br>And she will prize this Bower, this Indian shed,<br>Our own contrivance, Building without peer!<br>--A gentle Maid, whose heart is lowly bred,<br>Whose pleasures are in wild fields gathered,<br>With joyousness, and with a thoughtful cheer, <br>Will come to you; to you herself will wed;<br>And love the blessed life that we lead here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear Spot! which we have watched with tender heed,<br>Bringing thee chosen plants and blossoms blown<br>Among the distant mountains, flower and weed,<br>Which thou hast taken to thee as thy own,<br>Making all kindness registered and known;<br>Thou for our sakes, though Nature's child indeed,<br>Fair in thyself and beautiful alone,<br>Hast taken gifts which thou dost little need. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And O most constant, yet most fickle Place,<br>Thou hast thy wayward moods, as thou dost show<br>To them who look not daily on thy face;<br>Who, being loved, in love no bounds dost know,<br>And say'st, when we forsake thee, 'Let them go!'<br>Thou easy-hearted Thing, with thy wild race<br>Of weeds and flowers, till we return be slow,<br>And travel with the year at a soft pace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Help us to tell Her tales of years gone by,<br>And this sweet spring, the best beloved and best; <br>Joy will be flown in its mortality;<br>Something must stay to tell us of the rest.<br>Here, thronged with primroses, the steep rock's breast<br>Glittered at evening like a starry sky;<br>And in this bush our sparrow built her nest,<br>Of which I sang one song that will not die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O happy Garden! whose seclusion deep<br>Hath been so friendly to industrious hours;<br>And to soft slumbers, that did gently steep<br>Our spirits, carrying with them dreams of flowers, <br>And wild notes warbled among leafy bowers;<br>Two burning months let summer overleap,<br>And, coming back with Her who will be ours,<br>Into thy bosom we again shall creep.</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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Thou rocky corner in the lowest stair
Of that magnificent temple which doth bound
One side of our whole vale with grandeur rare;
Sweet garden-orchard, eminently fair,
The loveliest spot that man hath ..."></div>
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