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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116038" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Pleasant Grove</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unto a pleasant grove or such like place,<br>Where here the curious cutting of a hedge:<br>There, by a pond, the trimming of the sedge:<br>Here the fine setting of well-shading trees:<br>The walks there mounting up by small degrees,<br>The gravel and the green so equal lie,<br>It, with the rest, draws on your ling'ring eye:<br>Here the sweet smells that do perfume the air,<br>Arising from the infinite repair<br>Of odoriferous buds and herbs of price,<br>(As if it were another Paradise)<br>So please the smelling sense, that you are fain<br>Where last you walk'd to turn and walk again.<br>There the small birds with their harmonious notes<br>Sing to a spring that smileth as she floats:<br>For in her face a many dimples show,<br>And often skips as it did dancing go:<br>Here further down an over-arched alley,<br>That from a hill goes winding in a valley,<br>You spy at end thereof a standing lake,<br>Where some ingenious artist strives to make<br>The water (brought in turning pipes of lead<br>Through birds of earth most lively fashioned)<br>To counterfeit and mock the sylvans all,<br>In singing well their own set madrigal.<br>This with no small delight retains your ear,<br>And makes you think none blest but who live there.<br>Then in another place the fruits that be<br>In gallant clusters decking each good tree,<br>Invite your hand to crop some from the stem,<br>And liking one, taste every sort of them:<br>Then to the arbours walk, then to the bowers,<br>Thence to the walks again, thence to the flowers,<br>Then to birds, and to the clear spring thence,<br>Now pleasing one, and then another sense.<br>Here one walks oft, and yet anew begin'th,<br>As if it were some hidden labyrinth;<br>So loath to part and so content to stay,<br>That when the gard'ner knocks for you away,<br>It grieves you so to leave the pleasures in it,<br>That you could wish that you had never seen it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Browne">William Browne</a><div class=q>
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