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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540029" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines Left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands <br>Far from all human dwelling: what if here <br>No sparkling rivulet spread the verdant herb? <br>What if the bee love not these barren boughs? <br>Yet, if the wind breathe soft, the curling waves, <br>That break against the shore, shall lull thy mind <br>By one soft impulse saved from vacancy. <br>--------------------Who he was <br>That piled these stones and with the mossy sod <br>First covered, and here taught this aged Tree <br>With its dark arms to form a circling bower, <br>I well remember.--He was one who owned <br>No common soul. In youth by science nursed, <br>And led by nature into a wild scene <br>Of lofty hopes, he to the world went forth <br>A favoured Being, knowing no desire <br>Which genius did not hallow; 'gainst the taint <br>Of dissolute tongues, and jealousy, and hate, <br>And scorn,--against all enemies prepared, <br>All but neglect. The world, for so it thought, <br>Owed him no service; wherefore he at once <br>With indignation turned himself away, <br>And with the food of pride sustained his soul <br>In solitude.--Stranger! these gloomy boughs <br>Had charms for him; and here he loved to sit, <br>His only visitants a straggling sheep, <br>The stone-chat, or the glancing sand-piper: <br>And on these barren rocks, with fern and heath, <br>And juniper and thistle, sprinkled o'er, <br>Fixing his downcast eye, he many an hour <br>A morbid pleasure nourished, tracing here <br>An emblem of his own unfruitful life: <br>And, lifting up his head, he then would gaze <br>On the more distant scene,--how lovely 'tis <br>Thou seest,--and he would gaze till it became <br>Far lovelier, and his heart could not sustain <br>The beauty, still more beauteous! Nor, that time, <br>When nature had subdued him to herself, <br>Would he forget those Beings to whose minds, <br>Warm from the labours of benevolence, <br>The world, and human life, appeared a scene <br>Of kindred loveliness: then he would sigh, <br>Inly disturbed, to think that others felt <br>What he must never feel: and so, lost Man! <br>On visionary views would fancy feed, <br>Till his eye streamed with tears. In this deep vale <br>He died,--this seat his only monument. <br>If Thou be one whose heart the holy forms <br>Of young imagination have kept pure, <br>Stranger! henceforth be warned; and know that pride, <br>Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, <br>Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt <br>For any living thing, hath faculties <br>Which he has never used; that thought with him <br>Is in its infancy. The man whose eye <br>Is ever on himself doth look on one, <br>The least of Nature's works, one who might move <br>The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds <br>Unlawful, ever. O be wiser, Thou! <br>Instructed that true knowledge leads to love; <br>True dignity abides with him alone <br>Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, <br>Can still suspect, and still revere himself <br>In lowliness of heart.</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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Far from all human dwelling: what if here 
No sparkling rivulet spread the verdant herb? 
What if the bee love not these barren boughs? 
Yet, if the wind breathe soft, the curling waves, 
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