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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344375" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Upon The Hill And Grove At Bill-borow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the Lord Fairfax.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See how the arched Earth does here<br>Rise in a perfect Hemisphere!<br>The stiffest Compass could not strike<br>A line more circular and like;<br>Nor softest Pensel draw a Brow.<br>So equal as this Hill does bow.<br>It seems as for a Model laid,<br>And that the World by it was made.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here learn ye Mountains more unjust,<br>Which to abrupter greatness thrust,<br>That do with your hook-shoulder'd height<br>The Earth deform and Heaven frght.<br>For whose excrescence ill design'd,<br>Nature must a new Center find,<br>Learn here those humble steps to tread,<br>Which to securer Glory lead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See what a soft access and wide<br>Lyes open to its grassy side;<br>Nor with the rugged path deterrs<br>The feet of breathless Travellers.<br>See then how courteous it ascends,<br>And all the way ir rises bends;<br>Nor for it self the height does gain,<br>But only strives to raise the Plain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet thus it all the field commands,<br>And in unenvy'd Greatness stands,<br>Discerning furthe then the Cliff<br>Of Heaven-daring Teneriff.<br>How glad the weary Seamen hast<br>When they salute it from the Mast!<br>By Night the Northern Star their way<br>Directs, and this no less by Day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon its crest this Mountain grave<br>A Plum of aged Trees does wave.<br>No hostile hand durst ere invade<br>With impious Steel the sacred Shade.<br>For something alwaies did appear<br>Of the Great Masters terrour there:<br>And Men could hear his Armour still<br>Ratling through all the Grove and Hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fear of the Master, and respect<br>Of the great Nymph did it protect;<br>Vera the Nymph that him inspir'd,<br>To whom he often here retir'd,<br>And on these Okes ingrav'd her Name;<br>Such Wounds alone these Woods became:<br>But ere he well the Barks could part<br>'Twas writ already in their Heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For they ('tis credible) have sense,<br>As we, of Love and Reverence,<br>And underneath the Courser Rind<br>The Genius of the house do bind.<br>Hence they successes seem to know,<br>And in their Lord's advancement grow;<br>But in no Memory were seen<br>As under this so streight and green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet now no further strive to shoot,<br>Contented if they fix their Root.<br>Nor to the winds uncertain gust,<br>Their prudent Heads too far intrust.<br>Onely sometimes a flutt'ring Breez<br>Discourses with the breathing Trees;<br>Which in their modest Whispers name<br>Those Acts that swell'd the Cheek of Fame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Much other Groves, say they, then these<br>And other Hills him once did please.<br>Through Groves of Pikes he thunder'd then,<br>And Mountains rais'd of dying Men.<br>For all the Civick Garlands due<br>To him our Branches are but few.<br>Nor are our Trunks enow to bear<br>The Trophees of one fertile Year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis true, the Trees nor ever spoke<br>More certain Oracles in Oak.<br>But Peace (if you his favour prize)<br>That Courage its own Praises flies.<br>Therefore to your obscurer Seats<br>From his own Brightness he retreats:<br>Nor he the Hills without the Groves,<br>Nor Height but with Retirement loves.</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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See how the arched Earth does here
Rise in a perfect Hemisphere!
The stiffest Compass could not strike
A line more circular and like;
Nor softest Pensel draw a Brow.
So equal as this Hill does bow.
It seems as for a Model lai..."></div>
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