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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426343" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Echo</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426343" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Never sleeping, still awake,<br>Pleasing most when most I speak;<br>The delight of old and young,<br>Though I speak without a tongue.<br>Nought but one thing can confound me,<br>Many voices joining round me;<br>Then I fret, and rave, and gabble,<br>Like the labourers of Babel.<br>Now I am a dog, or cow,<br>I can bark, or I can low;<br>I can bleat, or I can sing,<br>Like the warblers of the spring.<br>Let the lovesick bard complain,<br>And I mourn the cruel pain;<br>Let the happy swain rejoice,<br>And I join my helping voice:<br>Both are welcome, grief or joy,<br>I with either sport and toy.<br>Though a lady, I am stout,<br>Drums and trumpets bring me out:<br>Then I clash, and roar, and rattle,<br>Join in all the din of battle.<br>Jove, with all his loudest thunder,<br>When I'm vext, can't keep me under;<br>Yet so tender is my ear,<br>That the lowest voice I fear;<br>Much I dread the courtier's fate,<br>When his merit's out of date,<br>For I hate a silent breath,<br>And a whisper is my death.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Jonathan+Swift">Jonathan Swift</a></strong></div>

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