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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540015" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Influence of Natural Objects</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! <br>Thou Soul, that art the Eternity of thought! <br>And giv'st to forms and images a breath <br>And everlasting motion! not in vain, <br>By day or star-light, thus from my first dawn <br>Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me <br>The passions that build up our human soul; <br>Not with the mean and vulgar works of Man; <br>But with high objects, with enduring things, <br>With life and nature; purifying thus <br>The elements of feeling and of thought, <br>And sanctifying by such discipline <br>Both pain and fear,--until we recognise <br>A grandeur in the beatings of the heart. <br>Nor was this fellowship vouchsafed to me <br>With stinted kindness. In November days, <br>When vapours rolling down the valleys made <br>A lonely scene more lonesome; among woods <br>At noon; and 'mid the calm of summer nights, <br>When, by the margin of the trembling lake, <br>Beneath the gloomy hills, homeward I went <br>In solitude, such intercourse was mine: <br>Mine was it in the fields both day and night, <br>And by the waters, all the summer long. <br>And in the frosty season, when the sun <br>Was set, and, visible for many a mile, <br>The cottage-windows through the twilight blazed, <br>I heeded not the summons: happy time <br>It was indeed for all of us; for me <br>It was a time of rapture! Clear and loud <br>The village-clock tolled six--I wheeled about, <br>Proud and exulting like an untired horse <br>That cares not for his home.--All shod with steel <br>We hissed along the polished ice, in games <br>Confederate, imitative of the chase <br>And woodland pleasures,--the resounding horn, <br>The pack loud-chiming, and the hunted hare. <br>So through the darkness and the cold we flew, <br>And not a voice was idle: with the din <br>Smitten, the precipices rang aloud; <br>The leafless trees and every icy crag <br>Tinkled like iron; while far-distant hills <br>Into the tumult sent an alien sound <br>Of melancholy, not unnoticed while the stars, <br>Eastward, were sparkling clear, and in the west <br>The orange sky of evening died away. <br>Not seldom from the uproar I retired <br>Into a silent bay, or sportively <br>Glanced sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng, <br>To cut across the reflex of a star; <br>Image, that, flying still before me, gleamed <br>Upon the glassy plain: and oftentimes, <br>When we had given our bodies to the wind, <br>And all the shadowy banks on either side <br>Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still <br>The rapid line of motion, then at once <br>Have I, reclining back upon my heels, <br>Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs <br>Wheeled by me--even as if the earth had rolled <br>With visible motion her diurnal round! <br>Behind me did they stretch in solemn train, <br>Feebler and feebler, and I stood and watched <br>Till all was tranquil as a summer sea.</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 Soul, that art the Eternity of thought! 
And giv'st to forms and images a breath 
And everlasting motion! not in vain, 
By day or star-light, thus from my first dawn 
Of childhood didst thou intertwine for ..."></div>
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