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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It was an April morning: fresh and clear</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was an April morning: fresh and clear <br>The Rivulet, delighting in its strength, <br>Ran with a young man's speed; and yet the voice <br>Of waters which the winter had supplied <br>Was softened down into a vernal tone. <br>The spirit of enjoyment and desire, <br>And hopes and wishes, from all living things <br>Went circling, like a multitude of sounds. <br>The budding groves seemed eager to urge on <br>The steps of June; as if their various hues <br>Were only hindrances that stood between <br>Them and their object: but, meanwhile, prevailed <br>Such an entire contentment in the air <br>That every naked ash, and tardy tree <br>Yet leafless, showed as if the countenance <br>With which it looked on this delightful day <br>Were native to the summer.--Up the brook <br>I roamed in the confusion of my heart, <br>Alive to all things and forgetting all. <br>At length I to a sudden turning came <br>In this continuous glen, where down a rock <br>The Stream, so ardent in its course before, <br>Sent forth such sallies of glad sound, that all <br>Which I till then had heard, appeared the voice <br>Of common pleasure: beast and bird, the lamb, <br>The shepherd's dog, the linnet and the thrush <br>Vied with this waterfall, and made a song, <br>Which, while I listened, seemed like the wild growth <br>Or like some natural produce of the air, <br>That could not cease to be. Green leaves were here; <br>But 'twas the foliage of the rocks--the birch, <br>The yew, the holly, and the bright green thorn, <br>With hanging islands of resplendent furze: <br>And, on a summit, distant a short space, <br>By any who should look beyond the dell, <br>A single mountain-cottage might be seen. <br>I gazed and gazed, and to myself I said, <br>'Our thoughts at least are ours; and this wild nook, <br>My EMMA, I will dedicate to thee.' <br>----Soon did the spot become my other home, <br>My dwelling, and my out-of-doors abode. <br>And, of the Shepherds who have seen me there, <br>To whom I sometimes in our idle talk <br>Have told this fancy, two or three, perhaps, <br>Years after we are gone and in our graves, <br>When they have cause to speak of this wild place, <br>May call it by the name of EMMA'S DELL.</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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The Rivulet, delighting in its strength, 
Ran with a young man's speed; and yet the voice 
Of waters which the winter had supplied 
Was softened down into a vernal tone. 
The spirit of enjoyment and desire..."></div>
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