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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540186" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Waterfall and The Eglantine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf,' <br>Exclaimed an angry Voice, <br>'Nor dare to thrust thy foolish self <br>Between me and my choice!' <br>A small Cascade fresh swoln with snows <br>Thus threatened a poor Briar-rose, <br>That, all bespattered with his foam, <br>And dancing high and dancing low, <br>Was living, as a child might know, <br>In an unhappy home. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Dost thou presume my course to block? <br>Off, off! or, puny Thing! <br>I'll hurl thee headlong with the rock <br>To which thy fibres cling.' <br>The Flood was tyrannous and strong; <br>The patient Briar suffered long, <br>Nor did he utter groan or sigh, <br>Hoping the danger would be past; <br>But, seeing no relief, at last, <br>He ventured to reply. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ah!' said the Briar, 'blame me not; <br>Why should we dwell in strife? <br>We who in this sequestered spot <br>Once lived a happy life! <br>You stirred me on my rocky bed-- <br>What pleasure through my veins you spread <br>The summer long, from day to day, <br>My leaves you freshened and bedewed; <br>Nor was it common gratitude <br>That did your cares repay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'When spring came on with bud and bell, <br>Among these rocks did I <br>Before you hang my wreaths to tell <br>That gentle days were nigh! <br>And in the sultry summer hours, <br>I sheltered you with leaves and flowers; <br>And in my leaves--now shed and gone, <br>The linnet lodged, and for us two <br>Chanted his pretty songs, when you <br>Had little voice or none. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">V </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But now proud thoughts are in your breast-- <br>What grief is mine you see, <br>Ah! would you think, even yet how blest <br>Together we might be! <br>Though of both leaf and flower bereft, <br>Some ornaments to me are left-- <br>Rich store of scarlet hips is mine, <br>With which I, in my humble way, <br>Would deck you many a winter day, <br>A happy Eglantine!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What more he said I cannot tell, <br>The Torrent down the rocky dell <br>Came thundering loud and fast; <br>I listened, nor aught else could hear; <br>The Briar quaked--and much I fear <br>Those accents were his last.</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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Exclaimed an angry Voice, 
'Nor dare to thrust thy foolish self 
Between me and my choice!' 
A small Cascade fresh swoln with snows 
Thus threatened a poor Briar-rose, 
That, all bespattered with his foam, 
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