<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540108" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song For The Wandering Jew</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though the torrents from their fountains <br>Roar down many a craggy steep, <br>Yet they find among the mountains <br>Resting-places calm and deep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clouds that love through air to hasten, <br>Ere the storm its fury stills, <br>Helmet-like themselves will fasten <br>On the heads of towering hills. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What, if through the frozen centre <br>Of the Alps the Chamois bound, <br>Yet he has a home to enter <br>In some nook of chosen ground: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the Sea-horse, though the ocean <br>Yield him no domestic cave, <br>Slumbers without sense of motion, <br>Couched upon the rocking wave. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If on windy days the Raven <br>Gambol like a dancing skiff, <br>Not the less she loves her haven <br>In the bosom of the cliff. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fleet Ostrich, till day closes, <br>Vagrant over desert sands, <br>Brooding on her eggs reposes <br>When chill night that care demands. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Day and night my toils redouble, <br>Never nearer to the goal; <br>Night and day, I feel the trouble <br>Of the Wanderer in my soul.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540108" data-title="Song For The Wandering Jew de William Wordsworth" data-description="Though the torrents from their fountains Roar down many a craggy steep, Yet they find among the mountains Resting-places calm and deep. Clouds that love through air to hasten, Ere the storm its fury stills, Helmet-like themselves will faste..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black