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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354846" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Description of a Tropical Island</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold an Indian isle, reposed <br>Upon the deep’s enamoured breast, <br>Even like a royal bride, be-rosed <br>With passion in her happy rest. <br>Or, when the morn is there disclosed, <br>Or eve is robing in the west, <br>The deep, as by that isle embossed <br>With central gauds of sumless cost, <br>And else outspread in circuit—wide <br>And round as heaven from side to side— <br>Might figure to a fancy bold <br>A wide vast shield of fretted gold, <br>Dropped by some conquer’d elder god, <br>When on his track, where’er he trod, <br>Jove’s chasing thunders rolled. <br>Or in the broad noon domed with heaven, <br>A world-wide temple’s marble floor <br>It seemeth, with one alter graven <br>From the rude mass of things terrene, <br>By Time inspired with Eden lore;— <br>An isle-like alter, sculptured o’er <br>With craggy hills and valleys green, <br>And heaping forests hung between: <br>By Time, with an old love enthralled, <br>Wrought thus in living emerald;— <br>And after nature’s earliest style <br>Is shaped that wondrous Indian isle. <br>Or circling out beneath the moon, <br>Or sowed with all the stars of night, <br>And by the lamp-like planets strewn <br>With long and flame-like tracks of light, <br>Might seem it to a watcher fond, <br>Grey Time’s broad seal of diamond, <br>Enchased by nature, memory-taught, <br>With one most rich and rare device, <br>A haunting isolated thought <br>Of her sin-ruined Paradise. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A summer island! There the trees, <br>Of glorious forms, unseen elsewhere, <br>Hang forth in golden congeries <br>Their fruit through all the purple year; <br>And flowers of every sunset hue, <br>And peerless plants of stateliest stem, <br>Fresh-showered each morn with honey-dew, <br>Voluptuously impave and gem <br>The pillary aisles of primal groves <br>That skirt the sunny sea-board coves, <br>Or hang in their umbrageous crowds <br>From coasting slopes like verdant clouds: <br>While from the craggy midland hills, <br>Out of their gelid springs, the rills <br>Leap, as exulting to be free, <br>And thence in their bright liberty <br>Through glades and cultured valleys vast, <br>And many a wide pasture lea, <br>Come murmurously winding, fast <br>And flashing to the sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, too, what birds on plain and mountain, <br>The fairest creatures of the earth, <br>The deepest dipt in beauty’s fountain, <br>(The summer’s loveliest birth), <br>Flock round, and vividly unfold <br>Their fulgent wings of feathery gold; <br>Bedropt with gem-like lustres, which <br>All interbeaming in their flight <br>Break, as they pass, into a rich <br>Flame-vision on the sight. <br>Thus fly they, and with splendours rare <br>Emblaze the warm and genial air. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such is the summer wealth and worth <br>Of that bright isle I’d picture forth: <br>Nor wants it fields that well afford <br>The yellow grain and mellow gourd; <br>With many a cultivated plain <br>Prolific of the luscious cane <br>And mealy root: for all things there <br>Are bounteous in their kind, and fair <br>And genial; all but the bad mind <br>Of recreant man! And this hath made <br>Its very beauty seem designed <br>To deepen Evil’s deadly shade, <br>And given its repute to be <br>Borne far abroad by every wind <br>That wafts a white sail o’er the sea, <br>Even like the savour, damp with doom, <br>Of some o’ergorged though costly tomb. <br>O learn how, like a Upas-tree, <br>(Not fabled) his dread cruelty <br>Can make a scene that else might tell <br>Of Paradise, a type of hell! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Harpur">Charles Harpur</a><div class=q>
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Upon the deep’s enamoured breast, 
Even like a royal bride, be-rosed 
With passion in her happy rest. 
Or, when the morn is there disclosed, 
Or eve is robing in the west, 
The deep, as by that isle embossed 
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