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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540162" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Reaper</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold her, single in the field,<br>Yon solitary Highland Lass!<br>Reaping and singing by herself;<br>Stop here, or gently pass!<br>Alone she cuts and binds the grain,<br>And sings a melancholy strain;<br>O listen! for the vale profound<br>Is overflowing with the sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No nightingale did ever chaunt<br>More welcome notes to weary bands<br>Of travellers in some shady haunt,<br>Among Arabian sands:<br>A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard<br>In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird<br>Breaking the silence of the seas<br>Among the farthest Hebrides.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will no one tell me what she sings?<br>Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow<br>For old, unhappy, far-off things,<br>And battles long ago:<br>Or is it some more humble lay,<br>Familiar matter of today?<br>Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,<br>That has been, and may be again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang<br>As if her song could have no ending;<br>I saw her singing at her work,<br>And o'er the sickle bending;<br>I listened, motionless and still;<br>And as I mounted up the hill<br>The music in my heart I bore,<br>Long after it was heard no more.</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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Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the vale profound
Is overflowing with the soun..."></div>
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