<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354033" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Poplar Field</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The poplars are fell'd: farewell to the shade,<br>And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade;<br>The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves,<br>Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twelve years have elapsed, since I last took a view<br>Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew;<br>And now in the grass behold they are laid,<br>And the tree is my seat, that once lent me a shade. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The blackbird has fled to another retreat,<br>Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat,<br>And the scene where his melody charm'd me before<br>Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My fugitive years are all hasting away,<br>And I must ere long lie as lowly as they,<br>With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head,<br>Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Tis a sight to engage me, if anything can,<br>To muse on the perishing pleasures of man;<br>Tho' his life be a dream, his enjoyments, I see,<br>Have a being less durable even than he.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Caroline+Elizabeth+Sarah+Norton">Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton</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=354033" data-title="The Poplar Field de Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton" data-description="'The poplars are fell'd: farewell to the shade, And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade; The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives. 'Twelve years have elapsed, since I last took a view Of ..."></div> </div> </div>

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