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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539900" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Narrow Girdle of Rough Stones and Crags</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags, <br>A rude and natural causeway, interposed <br>Between the water and a winding slope <br>Of copse and thicket, leaves the eastern shore <br>Of Grasmere safe in its own privacy: <br>And there myself and two beloved Friends, <br>One calm September morning, ere the mist <br>Had altogether yielded to the sun, <br>Sauntered on this retired and difficult way. <br>----Ill suits the road with one in haste; but we <br>Played with our time; and, as we strolled along, <br>It was our occupation to observe <br>Such objects as the waves had tossed ashore-- <br>Feather, or leaf, or weed, or withered bough, <br>Each on the other heaped, along the line <br>Of the dry wreck. And, in our vacant mood, <br>Not seldom did we stop to watch some tuft <br>Of dandelion seed or thistle's beard, <br>That skimmed the surface of the dead calm lake, <br>Suddenly halting now--a lifeless stand! <br>And starting off again with freak as sudden; <br>In all its sportive wanderings, all the while, <br>Making report of an invisible breeze <br>That was its wings, its chariot, and its horse, <br>Its playmate, rather say, its moving soul. <br>--And often, trifling with a privilege <br>Alike indulged to all, we paused, one now, <br>And now the other, to point out, perchance <br>To pluck, some flower or water-weed, too fair <br>Either to be divided from the place <br>On which it grew, or to be left alone <br>To its own beauty. Many such there are, <br>Fair ferns and flowers, and chiefly that tall fern, <br>So stately, of the queen Osmunda named; <br>Plant lovelier, in its own retired abode <br>On Grasmere's beach, than Naiad by the side <br>Of Grecian brook, or Lady of the Mere, <br>Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance. <br>--So fared we that bright morning: from the fields <br>Meanwhile, a noise was heard, the busy mirth <br>Of reapers, men and women, boys and girls. <br>Delighted much to listen to those sounds, <br>And feeding thus our fancies, we advanced <br>Along the indented shore; when suddenly, <br>Through a thin veil of glittering haze was seen <br>Before us, on a point of jutting land, <br>The tall and upright figure of a Man <br>Attired in peasant's garb, who stood alone, <br>Angling beside the margin of the lake. <br>'Improvident and reckless,' we exclaimed, <br>'The Man must be, who thus can lose a day <br>Of the mid harvest, when the labourer's hire <br>Is ample, and some little might be stored <br>Wherewith to cheer him in the winter time.' <br>Thus talking of that Peasant, we approached <br>Close to the spot where with his rod and line <br>He stood alone; whereat he turned his head <br>To greet us--and we saw a Mam worn down <br>By sickness, gaunt and lean, with sunken cheeks <br>And wasted limbs, his legs so long and lean <br>That for my single self I looked at them, <br>Forgetful of the body they sustained.-- <br>Too weak to labour in the harvest field, <br>The Man was using his best skill to gain <br>A pittance from the dead unfeeling lake <br>That knew not of his wants. I will not say <br>What thoughts immediately were ours, nor how <br>The happy idleness of that sweet morn, <br>With all its lovely images, was changed <br>To serious musing and to self-reproach. <br>Nor did we fail to see within ourselves <br>What need there is to be reserved in speech, <br>And temper all our thoughts with charity. <br>--Therefore, unwilling to forget that day, <br>My Friend, Myself, and She who then received <br>The same admonishment, have called the place <br>By a memorial name, uncouth indeed <br>As e'er by mariner was given to bay <br>Or foreland, on a new-discovered coast; <br>And POINT RASH-JUDGMENT is the name it bears.</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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A rude and natural causeway, interposed 
Between the water and a winding slope 
Of copse and thicket, leaves the eastern shore 
Of Grasmere safe in its own privacy: 
And there myself and two beloved Frie..."></div>
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