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<h2>THE BROOK</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. </div> <div class="stanza"> By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. </div> <div class="stanza"> Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. </div> <div class="stanza"> I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. </div> <div class="stanza"> With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. </div> <div class="stanza"> I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. </div> <div class="stanza"> I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, </div> <div class="stanza"> And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, </div> <div class="stanza"> And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. </div> <div class="stanza"> I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. </div> <div class="stanza"> I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. </div> <div class="stanza"> I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses; </div> <div class="stanza"> And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. </div> </div> Tennyson <hr style="width: 65%;" /> As good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Many a man lives a burden to the earth, but a good book is the precious life blood of a master-spirit. Milton <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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