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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540142" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Idle Shepherd Boys</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The valley rings with mirth and joy;<br>Among the hills the echoes play<br>A never never ending song,<br>To welcome in the May.<br>The magpie chatters with delight;<br>The mountain raven's youngling brood<br>Have left the mother and the nest;<br>And they go rambling east and west<br>In search of their own food;<br>Or through the glittering vapors dart<br>In very wantonness of heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath a rock, upon the grass,<br>Two boys are sitting in the sun;<br>Their work, if any work they have,<br>Is out of mind---or done.<br>On pipes of sycamore they play<br>The fragments of a Christmas hymn;<br>Or with that plant which in our dale<br>We call stag-horn, or fox's tail,<br>Their rusty hats they trim:<br>And thus, as happy as the day,<br>Those Shepherds wear the time away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Along the river's stony marge<br>The sand-lark chants a joyous song;<br>The thrush is busy in the wood,<br>And carols loud and strong.<br>A thousand lambs are on the rocks,<br>All newly born! both earth and sky<br>Keep jubilee, and more than all,<br>Those boys with their green coronal;<br>They never hear the cry,<br>That plaintive cry! which up the hill<br>Comes from the depth of Dungeon-Ghyll.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said Walter, leaping from the ground,<br>'Down to the stump of yon old yew<br>We'll for our whistles run a race.'<br>Away the shepherds flew;<br>They leapt---they ran---and when they came<br>Right opposite to Dungeon-Ghyll,<br>Seeing that he should lose the prize,<br>'Stop! ' to his comrade Walter cries---<br>James stopped with no good will:<br>Said Walter then, exulting; 'Here<br>You'll find a task for half a year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cross, if you dare, where I shall cross---<br>Come on, and tread where I shall tread.'<br>The other took him at his word,<br>And followed as he led.<br>It was a spot which you may see<br>If ever you to Langdale go;<br>Into a chasm a mighty block<br>Hath fallen, and made a bridge of rock:<br>The gulf is deep below;<br>And, in a basin black and small,<br>Receives a lofty waterfall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With staff in hand across the cleft<br>The challenger pursued his march;<br>And now, all eyes and feet, hath gained<br>The middle of the arch.<br>When list! he hears a piteous moan---<br>Again !---his heart within him dies---<br>His pulse is stopped, his breath is lost,<br>He totters, pallid as a ghost,<br>And, looking down, espies<br>A lamb, that in the pool is pent<br>Within that black and frightful rent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lamb had slipped into the stream,<br>And safe without a bruise or wound<br>The cataract had borne him down<br>Into the gulf profound.<br>His dam had seen him when he fell,<br>She saw him down the torrent borne;<br>And, while with all a mother's love<br>She from the lofty rocks above<br>Sent forth a cry forlorn,<br>The lamb, still swimming round and round,<br>Made answer to that plaintive sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When he had learnt what thing it was,<br>That sent this rueful cry; I ween<br>The Boy recovered heart, and told<br>The sight which he had seen.<br>Both gladly now deferred their task;<br>Nor was there wanting other aid---<br>A Poet, one who loves the brooks<br>Far better than the sages' books,<br>By chance had thither strayed;<br>And there the helpless lamb he found<br>By those huge rocks encompassed round.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He drew it from the troubled pool,<br>And brought it forth into the light:<br>The Shepherds met him with his charge,<br>An unexpected sight!<br>Into their arms the lamb they took,<br>Whose life and limbs the flood had spared;<br>Then up the steep ascent they hied,<br>And placed him at his mother's side;<br>And gently did the Bard<br>Those idle Shepherd-Boys upbraid,<br>And bade them better mind their trade.</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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Among the hills the echoes play
A never never ending song,
To welcome in the May.
The magpie chatters with delight;
The mountain raven's youngling brood
Have left the mother and the nest;
And they go rambling e..."></div>
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