<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=338745" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Grasshopper</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Happy insect, what can be<br>In happiness compared to thee?<br>Fed with nourishment divine,<br>The dewy morning's gentle wine!<br>Nature waits upon thee still,<br>And thy verdant cup does fill;<br>'Tis filled wherever thou dost tread,<br>Nature's self's thy Ganymede.<br>Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing,<br>Happier than the happiest king!<br>All the fields which thou dost see,<br>All the plants belong to thee;<br>All the summer hours produce,<br>Fertile made with early juice.<br>Man for thee does sow and plow,<br>Farmer he, and landlord thou!<br>Thou dost innocently enjoy;<br>Nor does thy luxury destroy.<br>The shepherd gladly heareth thee,<br>More harmonious than he.<br>Thee country hinds with gladness hear,<br>Prophet of the ripened year! <br>Thee Phoebus loves, and does inspire<br>Phoebus is himself thy sire.<br>To thee, of all things upon earth,<br>Life is no longer than thy mirth.<br>Happy insect! happy thou,<br>Dost neither age nor winter know;<br>But when thou'st drunk, and danced, and sung<br>Thy fill, the flowery leaves among,<br>(Voluptuous and wise withal,<br>Epicurean animal!) <br>Sated with thy summer feast,<br>Thou retir'st to endless rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Abraham+Cowley">Abraham Cowley</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=338745" data-title="The Grasshopper de Abraham Cowley" data-description="Happy insect, what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning's gentle wine! Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; 'Tis filled wherever thou dost tread, Nature's self's thy Ganymede. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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