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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540194" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Dedication</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN trellised shed with clustering roses gay,<br>And, MARY! oft beside our blazing fire,<br>When yeas of wedded life were as a day<br>Whose current answers to the heart's desire,<br>Did we together read in Spenser's Lay<br>How Una, sad of soul--in sad attire,<br>The gentle Una, of celestial birth,<br>To seek her Knight went wandering o'er the earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, then, Beloved! pleasing was the smart,<br>And the tear precious in compassion shed <br>For Her, who, pierced by sorrow's thrilling dart,<br>Did meekly bear the pang unmerited;<br>Meek as that emblem of her lowly heart<br>The milk-white Lamb which in a line she led,--<br>And faithful, loyal in her innocence,<br>Like the brave Lion slain in her defence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Notes could we hear as of a faery shell<br>Attuned to words with sacred wisdom fraught;<br>Free Fancy prized each specious miracle,<br>And all its finer inspiration caught; <br>Till in the bosom of our rustic Cell,<br>We by a lamentable change were taught<br>That 'bliss with mortal Man may not abide:'<br>How nearly joy and sorrow are allied!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For us the stream of fiction ceased to flow,<br>For us the voice of melody was mute.<br>--But, as soft gales dissolve the dreary snow,<br>And give the timid herbage leave to shoot,<br>Heaven's breathing influence failed not to bestow<br>A timely promise of unlooked-for fruit, <br>Fair fruit of pleasure and serene content<br>From blossoms wild of fancies innocent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It soothed us--it beguiled us--then, to hear<br>Once more of troubles wrought by magic spell;<br>And griefs whose aery motion comes not near<br>The pangs that tempt the Spirit to rebel:<br>Then, with mild Una in her sober cheer,<br>High over hill and low adown the dell<br>Again we wandered, willing to partake<br>All that she suffered for her dear Lord's sake. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, too, this Song 'of mine' once more could please,<br>Where anguish, strange as dreams of restless sleep,<br>Is tempered and allayed by sympathies<br>Aloft ascending, and descending deep,<br>Even to the inferior Kinds; whom forest-trees<br>Protect from beating sunbeams, and the sweep<br>Of the sharp winds;--fair Creatures!--to whom Heaven<br>A calm and sinless life, with love, hath given.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This tragic Story cheered us; for it speaks<br>Of female patience winning firm repose; <br>And, of the recompense that conscience seeks,<br>A bright, encouraging, example shows;<br>Needful when o'er wide realms the tempest breaks,<br>Needful amid life's ordinary woes;--<br>Hence, not for them unfitted who would bless<br>A happy hour with holier happiness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He serves the Muses erringly and ill,<br>Whose aim is pleasure light and fugitive:<br>Oh, that my mind were equal to fulfil<br>The comprehensive mandate which they give-- <br>Vain aspiration of an earnest will!<br>Yet in this moral Strain a power may live,<br>Beloved Wife! such solace to impart<br>As it hath yielded to thy tender heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">RYDAL MOUNT, WESTMORELAND,<br>April , 1815.<br>_____________</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Action is transitory--a step, a blow,<br>The motion of a muscle--this way or that--<br>'Tis done; and in the after-vacancy<br>We wonder at ourselves like men betrayed:<br>Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark,<br>And has the nature of infinity.<br>Yet through that darkness (infinite though it seem<br>And irremoveable) gracious openings lie,<br>By which the soul--with patient steps of thought<br>Now toiling, waked now on wings of prayer-- <br>May pass in hope, and, though from mortal bonds<br>Yet undelivered, rise with sure ascent<br>Even to the fountain-head of peace divine.'</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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And, MARY! oft beside our blazing fire,
When yeas of wedded life were as a day
Whose current answers to the heart's desire,
Did we together read in Spenser's Lay
How Una, sad of soul--in sad attire,
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