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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539924" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Anecdote For Fathers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I HAVE a boy of five years old;<br>His face is fair and fresh to see;<br>His limbs are cast in beautyÕs mold<br>And dearly he loves me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One morn we strolled on our dry walk,<br>Or quiet home all full in view,<br>And held such intermitted talk<br>As we are wont to do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My thoughts on former pleasures ran;<br>I thought of Kilve's delightful shore,<br>Our pleasant home when spring began,<br>A long, long year before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A day it was when I could bear<br>Some fond regrets to entertain;<br>With so much happiness to spare,<br>I could not feel a pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The green earth echoed to the feet<br>Of lambs that bounded through the glade,<br>From shade to sunshine, and as fleet<br>From sunshine back to shade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Birds warbled round me---and each trace<br>Of inward sadness had its charm;<br>Kilve, thought I, was a favoured place,<br>And so is Liswyn farm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My boy beside me tripped, so slim<br>And graceful in his rustic dress!<br>And, as we talked, I questioned him,<br>In very idleness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now tell me, had you rather be,'<br>I said. and took him by the arm,<br>'On Kilve's smooth shore, by the green sea,<br>Or here at Liswyn farm?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In careless mood he looked at me,<br>While still I held him by the arm,<br>And said, 'At Kilve I'd rather be<br>Than here at Liswyn farm.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now, little Edward, say why so:<br>My little Edward, tell me why.'---<br>'I cannot tell, I do not know.'---<br>'Why, this is strange,' said I;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For, here are woods, hills smooth and warm:<br>There surely must one reason be<br>Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm<br>For Kilve by the green sea.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At this, my boy hung down his head,<br>He blushed with shame, nor made reply;<br>And three times to the child I said,<br>'Why, :Edward, tell me why?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His head he raised---there was in sight,<br>It caught his eye, he saw it plain---<br>Upon the house-top, glittering bright,<br>A broad and gilded vane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then did the boy his tongue unlock,<br>And eased his mind with this reply:<br>'At Kilve there was no weather-cock;<br>And that's the reaon why.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O dearest, dearest boy! my heart<br>For better lore would seldom yearn,<br>Could I but teach the hundredth part<br>Of what from thee I learn.</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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His face is fair and fresh to see;
His limbs are cast in beautyÕs mold
And dearly he loves me.

One morn we strolled on our dry walk,
Or quiet home all full in view,
And held such intermitted talk
As we are wont to..."></div>
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