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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345258" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Nocturnal Reverie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In such a Night, when every louder Wind<br>Is to its distant Cavern safe confin'd;<br>And only gentle Zephyr fans his Wings, {1}<br>And lonely Philomel, still waking, sings; {2}<br>Or from some Tree, fam'd for the Owl's delight,<br>She, hollowing clear, directs the Wand'rer right:<br>In such a Night, when passing Clouds give place,<br>Or thinly vail the Heav'ns mysterious Face;<br>When in some River, overhung with Green,<br>The waving Moon and trembling Leaves are seen;<br>When freshen'd Grass now bears it self upright,<br>And makes cool Banks to pleasing Rest invite,<br>Whence springs the Woodbind, and the Bramble–Rose,<br>And where the sleepy Cowslip shelter'd grows;<br>Whilst now a paler Hue the Foxglove takes,<br>Yet checquers still with Red the dusky brakes:<br>When scattered Glow-worms, but in Twilight fine,<br>Shew trivial Beauties watch their Hour to shine; <br>Whilst Salisb'ry stands the Test of every Light, {3} <br>In perfect Charms, and perfect Virtue bright:<br>When Odours, which declin'd repelling Day,<br>Thro' temp'rate Air uninterrupted stray;<br>When darken'd Groves their softest Shadows wear,<br>And falling Waters we distinctly hear;<br>When thro' the Gloom more venerable shows<br>Some ancient Fabrick, awful in Repose,<br>While Sunburnt Hills their swarthy Looks conceal,<br>And swelling Haycocks thicken up the Vale:<br>When the loos'd Horse now, as his Pasture leads,<br>Comes slowly grazing thro' th' adjoining Meads, <br>Whose stealing Pace and lengthen'd Shade we fear,<br>Till torn up Forage in his Teeth we hear:<br>When nibbling Sheep at large pursue their Food,<br>And unmolested Kine rechew the Cud;<br>When Curlews cry beneath the Village-walls,<br>And to her straggling Brood the Partridge calls;<br>Their shortliv'd Jubilee the Creatures keep,<br>Which but endures, whilst Tyrant-Man do's sleep; <br>When a sedate Content the Spirit feels,<br>And no fierce Light disturbs, whilst it reveals; <br>But silent Musings urge the Mind to seek<br>Something, too high for Syllables to speak;<br>Till the free Soul, to a compos'dness charm'd,<br>Finding the Elements of Rage disarm'd,<br>O'er all below a solemn Quiet grown,<br>Joys in th' inferiour World and thinks it like her Own:<br>In such a Night let Me abroad remain,<br>Till Morning breaks, and All's confus'd again;<br>Our Cares, our Toils, our Clamours are renew'd, <br>Or Pleasures, seldom reach'd, again pursu'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Kingsmill+Finch">Anne Kingsmill Finch</a><div class=q>
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Is to its distant Cavern safe confin'd;
And only gentle Zephyr fans his Wings, {1}
And lonely Philomel, still waking, sings; {2}
Or from some Tree, fam'd for the Owl's delight,
She, hollowing clear, directs ..."></div>
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