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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540114" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stanzas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WITHIN our happy castle there dwelt One<br>Whom without blame I may not overlook;<br>For never sun on living creature shone<br>Who more devout enjoyment with us took:<br>Here on his hours he hung as on a book,<br>On his own time here would he float away,<br>As doth a fly upon a summer brook;<br>But go tomorrow, or belike today,<br>Seek for him,---he is fled; and whither none can say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus often would he leave our peaceful home,<br>And find elsewhere his business or delight;<br>Out of our Valley's limit did he roam:<br>Full many a time, upon a stormy night,<br>His voice came to us from the neighbouring height:<br>Oft could we see him driving full in view<br>At mid-day when the sun was shining bright;<br>What ill was on him, what he had to do,<br>A mighty wonder bred among our quiet crew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! piteous sight it was to see this Man<br>When he came back to us, a withered flower,---<br>Or like a sinful creature, pale and wan.<br>Down would he sit; and without strength or power<br>Look at the common grass from hour to hour:<br>And oftentimes, how long I fear to say,<br>Where apple-trees in blossom made a bower,<br>Retired in that sunshiny shade he lay;<br>And, like a naked Indian, slept himself away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Great wonder to our gentle tribe it was<br>Whenever from our Valley he withdrew;<br>For happier soul no living creature has<br>Than he had, beiug here the long day through.<br>Some thought he was a lover, and did woo:<br>Some thought far worse of him, and judged him wrong;<br>But verse was what he had been wedded to;<br>And his own mind did like a tempest strong<br>Come to him thus, and drove the weary Wight along.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With him there often walked in friendly guise,<br>Or lay upon the moss by brook or tree,<br>A noticeable Man with large grey eyes,<br>And a pale face that seemed undoubtedly<br>As if a blooming face it ought to be;<br>Heavy his low-hung lip did oft appear,<br>Deprest by weight of musing Phantasy;<br>Profound his forehead was, though not severe;<br>Yet some did think that he had little business here:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet heaven forfend! his was a lawful right;<br>Noisy he was, and gamesome as a boy;<br>His limbs would toss about him with delight<br>Like branches when strong winds the trees annoy.<br>Nor lacked his calmer hours device or toy<br>To banish listlessness and irksome care;<br>He would have taught you how you might employ<br>Yourself; and many did to him repair,---<br>And certes not in vain; he had inventions rare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Expedients, too, of simplest sort he tried:<br>Long blades of grass, plucked round him as he lay,<br>Made, to his ear attentively applied,<br>A pipe on which the wind would deftly play;<br>Glasses he had, that little things display,<br>The beetle panoplied in gems and gold,<br>A mailed angel on a battle-day;<br>The mysteries that cups of flowers enfold,<br>And all the gorgeous sights which fairies do behold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He would entice that other Man to hear<br>His music, and to view his imagery:<br>And, sooth, these two were each to the other dear:<br>No livelier love in such a place could be:<br>There did they dwellÑfrom earthly labour free,<br>As happy spirits as were ever seen;<br>If but a bird, to keep them company,<br>Or butterfly sate down, they were, I ween,<br>As pleased as if the same had been a Maiden-queen.</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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Whom without blame I may not overlook;
For never sun on living creature shone
Who more devout enjoyment with us took:
Here on his hours he hung as on a book,
On his own time here would he float away,
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