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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540115" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Star-Gazers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHAT crowd is this? what have we here! we must not pass it by;<br>A Telescope upon its frame, and pointed to the sky:<br>Long is it as a barber's pole, or mast of little boat,<br>Some little pleasure-skiff, that doth on Thames's waters float.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Showman chooses well his place, 'tis Leicester's busy Square;<br>And is as happy in his night, for the heavens are blue and fair;<br>Calm, though impatient, is the crowd; each stands ready with the fee,<br>And envies him that's looking;--what an insight must it be!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, Showman, where can lie the cause? Shall thy Implement have blame,<br>A boaster, that when he is tried, fails, and is put to shame? <br>Or is it good as others are, and be their eyes in fault?<br>Their eyes, or minds? or, finally, is yon resplendent vault?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is nothing of that radiant pomp so good as we have here?<br>Or gives a thing but small delight that never can be dear?<br>The silver moon with all her vales, and hills of mightiest fame,<br>Doth she betray us when they're seen? or are they but a name?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or is it rather that Conceit rapacious is and strong,<br>And bounty never yields so much but it seems to do her wrong?<br>Or is it, that when human Souls a journey long have had<br>And are returned into themselves, they cannot but be sad? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or must we be constrained to think that these Spectators rude,<br>Poor in estate, of manners base, men of the multitude,<br>Have souls which never yet have risen, and therefore prostrate lie?<br>No, no, this cannot be;--men thirst for power and majesty!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Does, then, a deep and earnest thought the blissful mind employ<br>Of him who gazes, or has gazed? a grave and steady joy,<br>That doth reject all show of pride, admits no outward sign,<br>Because not of this noisy world, but silent and divine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whatever be the cause, 'tis sure that they who pry and pore<br>Seem to meet with little gain, seem less happy than before: <br>One after One they take their turn, nor have I one espied<br>That doth not slackly go away, as if dissatisfied.</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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A Telescope upon its frame, and pointed to the sky:
Long is it as a barber's pole, or mast of little boat,
Some little pleasure-skiff, that doth on Thames's waters float.

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