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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539971" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegiac Stanzas Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">. I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile! <br> Four summer weeks I dwelt in sight of thee:<br> I saw thee every day; and all the while<br> Thy Form was sleeping on a glassy sea.<br> So pure the sky, so quiet was the air!<br> So like, so very like, was day to day!<br> Whene'er I looked, thy Image still was there;<br> It trembled, but it never passed away.<br> How perfect was the calm! it seemed no sleep;<br> No mood, which season takes away, or brings:<br> I could have fancied that the mighty Deep<br> Was even the gentlest of all gentle things.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ah! then , if mine had been the Painter's hand,<br> To express what then I saw; and add the gleam,<br> The light that never was, on sea or land,<br> The consecration, and the Poet's dream;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile<br> Amid a world how different from this!<br> Beside a sea that could not cease to smile;<br> On tranquil land, beneath a sky of bliss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thou shouldst have seemed a treasure-house divine<br> Of peaceful years; a chronicle of heaven;--<br> Of all the sunbeams that did ever shine<br> The very sweetest had to thee been given.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A Picture had it been of lasting ease,<br> Elysian quiet, without toil or strife;<br> No motion but the moving tide, a breeze,<br> Or merely silent Nature's breathing life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Such, in the fond illusion of my heart,<br> Such Picture would I at that time have made:<br> And seen the soul of truth in every part,<br> A steadfast peace that might not be betrayed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> So once it would have been,--'tis so no more;<br> I have submitted to a new control:<br> A power is gone, which nothing can restore;<br> A deep distress hath humanised my Soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Not for a moment could I now behold<br> A smiling sea, and be what I have been:<br> The feeling of my loss will ne'er be old;<br> This, which I know, I speak with mind serene.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then, Beaumont, Friend! who would have been the Friend,<br> If he had lived, of Him whom I deplore,<br> This work of thine I blame not, but commend;<br> This sea in anger, and that dismal shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O 'tis a passionate Work!--yet wise and well,<br> Well chosen is the spirit that is here;<br> That Hulk which labours in the deadly swell,<br> This rueful sky, this pageantry of fear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And this huge Castle, standing here sublime,<br> I love to see the look with which it braves,<br> Cased in the unfeeling armour of old time,<br> The lightning, the fierce wind, the trampling waves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Farewell, farewell the heart that lives alone,<br> Housed in a dream, at distance from the Kind!<br> Such happiness, wherever it be known,<br> Is to be pitied; for 'tis surely blind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer,<br> And frequent sights of what is to be borne!<br> Such sights, or worse, as are before me here.--<br> Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.</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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 Four summer weeks I dwelt in sight of thee:
 I saw thee every day; and all the while
 Thy Form was sleeping on a glassy sea.
 So pure the sky, so quiet was the air!
 So like, so very like, was day to..."></div>
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