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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Garden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How vainly men themselves amaze<br>To win the Palm, the Oke, or Bayes;<br>And their uncessant Labours see<br>Crown'd from some single Herb or Tree,<br>Whose short and narrow verged Shade<br>Does prudently their Toyles upbraid;<br>While all Flow'rs and all Trees do close<br>To weave the Garlands of repose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair quiet, have I found thee here,<br>And Innocence thy Sister dear!<br>Mistaken long, I sought you then<br>In busie Companies of Men.<br>Your sacred Plants, if here below,<br>Only among the Plants will grow.<br>Society is all but rude,<br>To this delicious Solitude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No white nor red was ever seen<br>So am'rous as this lovely green.<br>Fond Lovers, cruel as their Flame,<br>Cut in these Trees their Mistress name.<br>Little, Alas, they know, or heed,<br>How far these Beauties Hers exceed!<br>Fair Trees! where s'eer you barkes I wound,<br>No Name shall but your own be found.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When we have run our Passions heat,<br>Love hither makes his best retreat.<br>The Gods, that mortal Beauty chase,<br>The Gods, that mortal Beauty chase,<br>Apollo hunted Daphne so,<br>Only that She might Laurel grow.<br>And Pan did after Syrinx speed,<br>Not as a Nymph, but for a Reed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What wond'rous Life in this I lead!<br>Ripe Apples drop about my head;<br>The Luscious Clusters of the Vine<br>Upon my Mouth do crush their Wine;<br>The Nectaren, and curious Peach,<br>Into my hands themselves do reach;<br>Stumbling on Melons, as I pass,<br>Insnar'd with Flow'rs, I fall on Grass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mean while the Mind, from pleasure less,<br>Withdraws into its happiness:<br>The Mind, that Ocean where each kind<br>Does streight its own resemblance find;<br>Yet it creates, transcending these,<br>Far other Worlds, and other Seas;<br>Annihilating all that's made<br>To a green Thought in a green Shade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here at the Fountains sliding foot,<br>Or at some Fruit-tress mossy root,<br>Casting the Bodies Vest aside,<br>My Soul into the boughs does glide:<br>There like a Bird it sits, and sings,<br>Then whets, and combs its silver Wings;<br>And, till prepar'd for longer flight,<br>Waves in its Plumes the various Light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such was that happy Garden-state,<br>While Man there walk'd without a Mate:<br>After a Place so pure, and sweet,<br>What other Help could yet be meet!<br>But 'twas beyond a Mortal's share<br>To wander solitary there:<br>Two Paradises 'twere in one<br>To live in Paradise alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How well the skilful Gardner drew<br>Of flow'rs and herbes this Dial new;<br>Where from above the milder Sun<br>Does through a fragrant Zodiack run;<br>And, as it works, th' industrious Bee<br>Computes its time as well as we.<br>How could such sweet and wholsome Hours<br>Be reckon'd but with herbs and flow'rs!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Marvell">Andrew Marvell</a><div class=q>
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To win the Palm, the Oke, or Bayes;
And their uncessant Labours see
Crown'd from some single Herb or Tree,
Whose short and narrow verged Shade
Does prudently their Toyles upbraid;
While all Flow'rs and all Trees do ..."></div>
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