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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=552234" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Farewell To Gilsland</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Adieu, ye dun heaths, purple vales, and wild flowers,<br>Ye banks whose proud steeps in green verdure are drest;<br>Ye walks, and ye woodlands, ye glades, and cool bowers,<br>In whose retir'd shades oft the wearied find rest.<br>To the town and its follies, fate calls me away;<br>But reluctant and sad I the summons obey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Adieu, ye grey crags, and thou hoarse--murm'ring river,<br>Whose sounds, heard afar, lull the mind to repose;<br>Near thee could I dwell in retirement, and ever<br>On thy wood--fring'd windings forget all my woes:<br>There, free from temptation, unknown would I live,<br>And taste the delights only virtue can give.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thou source of health, whose clear waters still flowing,<br>Faint tppe of His bounty who governs this ball;<br>New vigour, new life, to the wretched bestowing,<br>Long may thy blue streams pour their healing to all;<br>And thy rock be the seat of contentment and mirth,<br>While peace, love, and virtue are cherish'd on earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Anderson">Robert Anderson</a><div class=q>
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Ye banks whose proud steeps in green verdure are drest;
Ye walks, and ye woodlands, ye glades, and cool bowers,
In whose retir'd shades oft the wearied find rest.
To the town and its follies, f..."></div>
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