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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539911" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Address To Kilchurn Castle, Upon Loch Awe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">CHILD of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream<br>Roars in thy hearing; but thy hour of rest<br>Is come, and thou art silent in thy age;<br>Save when the wind sweeps by and sounds are caught<br>Ambiguous, neither wholly thine nor theirs.<br>Oh! there is life that breathes not; Powers there are<br>That touch each other to the quick in modes<br>Which the gross world no sense hath to perceive,<br>No soul to dream of. What art Thou, from care<br>Cast off-abandoned by thy rugged Sire, <br>Nor by soft Peace adopted; though, in place<br>And in dimension, such that thou might'st seem<br>But a mere footstool to yon sovereign Lord,<br>Huge Cruachan, (a thing that meaner hills<br>Might crush, nor know that it had suffered harm <br>Yet he, not loth, in favour of thy claims<br>To reverence, suspends his own; submitting<br>All that the God of Nature hath conferred,<br>All that he holds in common with the stars,<br>To the memorial majesty of Time <br>Impersonated in thy calm decay!<br>Take, then, thy seat, Vicegerent unreproved!<br>Now, while a farewell gleam of evening light<br>Is fondly lingering on thy shattered front,<br>Do thou, in turn, be paramount; and rule<br>Over the pomp and beauty of a scene<br>Whose mountains, torrents, lake, and woods, unite<br>To pay thee homage; and with these are joined,<br>In willing admiration and respect,<br>Two Hearts, which in thy presence might be called <br>Youthful as Spring.-Shade of departed Power,<br>Skeleton of unfleshed humanity,<br>The chronicle were welcome that should call<br>Into the compass of distinct regard<br>The toils and struggles of thy infant years!<br>Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;<br>Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,<br>Frozen by distance; so, majestic Pile,<br>To the perception of this Age, appear<br>Thy fierce beginnings, softened and subdued <br>And quieted in character-the strife,<br>The pride, the fury uncontrollable,<br>Lost on the aerial heights of the Crusades!</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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Roars in thy hearing; but thy hour of rest
Is come, and thou art silent in thy age;
Save when the wind sweeps by and sounds are caught
Ambiguous, neither wholly thine nor theirs.
Oh! there is life th..."></div>
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