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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540092" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Power Of Music</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AN Orpheus! an Orpheus! yes, Faith may grow bold,<br>And take to herself all the wonders of old;--<br>Near the stately Pantheon you'll meet with the same<br>In the street that from Oxford hath borrowed its name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His station is there; and he works on the crowd,<br>He sways them with harmony merry and loud;<br>He fills with his power all their hearts to the brim--<br>Was aught ever heard like his fiddle and him?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What an eager assembly! what an empire is this!<br>The weary have life, and the hungry have bliss; <br>The mourner is cheered, and the anxious have rest;<br>And the guilt-burthened soul is no longer opprest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the Moon brightens round her the clouds of the night,<br>So He, where he stands, is a centre of light;<br>It gleams on the face, there, of dusky-browed Jack,<br>And the pale-visaged Baker's, with basket on back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That errand-bound 'Prentice was passing in haste--<br>What matter! he's caught--and his time runs to waste;<br>The Newsman is stopped, though he stops on the fret;<br>And the half-breathless Lamplighter--he's in the net! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Porter sits down on the weight which he bore;<br>The Lass with her barrow wheels hither her store;--<br>If a thief could be here he might pilfer at ease;<br>She sees the Musician, 'tis all that she sees!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He stands, backed by the wall;--he abates not his din<br>His hat gives him vigour, with boons dropping in,<br>From the old and the young, from the poorest; and there!<br>The one-pennied Boy has his penny to spare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O blest are the hearers, and proud be the hand<br>Of the pleasure it spreads through so thankful a band; <br>I am glad for him, blind as he is!--all the while<br>If they speak 'tis to praise, and they praise with a smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That tall Man, a giant in bulk and in height,<br>Not an inch of his body is free from delight;<br>Can he keep himself still, if he would? oh, not he!<br>The music stirs in him like wind through a tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mark that Cripple who leans on his crutch; like a tower<br>That long has leaned forward, leans hour after hour!--<br>That Mother, whose spirit in fetters is bound,<br>While she dandles the Babe in her arms to the sound. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, coaches and chariots! roar on like a stream;<br>Here are twenty souls happy as souls in a dream:<br>They are deaf to your murmurs--they care not for you,<br>Nor what ye are flying, nor what ye pursue!</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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And take to herself all the wonders of old;--
Near the stately Pantheon you'll meet with the same
In the street that from Oxford hath borrowed its name.

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