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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355406" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Walk In The Shrubbery</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the Cistus or Rock Rose, a beautiful plant, whose flowers<br>expand, and fall off twice in twenty-four hours. <br>THE Florists, who have fondly watch'd, <br>Some curious bulb from hour to hour, <br>And, to ideal charms attach'd, <br>Derive their glory from a flower; <br>Or they, who lose in crouded rooms, <br>Spring's tepid suns and balmy air, <br>And value Flora's fairest blooms, <br>But in proportion as they're rare; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Feel not the pensive pleasures known <br>To him, who, thro' the morning mist, <br>Explores the bowery shrubs new blown, <br>A moralizing Botanist. <br>He marks, with colours how profuse <br>Some are design'd to please the eye; <br>While beauty some combine with use, <br>In admirable harmony. <br>The fruit buds, shadow'd red and white, <br>Amid young leaves of April hue; <br>Convey sensations of delight, <br>And promise fruits autumnal too: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, while the Thrush his home and food, <br>Hails, as the flowering thorns unfold, <br>And from its trunk of ebon wood, <br>Rears Cytisus its floating gold; <br>The Lilac, whose tall head discloses <br>Groups of such bright empurpled shade, <br>And snow-globes form'd of elfin roses, <br>Seem for exclusive beauty made: <br>Such too art thou; when light anew <br>Above the eastern hill is seen, <br>Thy buds, as fearful of the dew, <br>Still wear their sheltering veil of green. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But in the next more genial hour <br>Thy tender rose-shaped cups unfold, <br>And soon appears the perfect flower, <br>With ruby spots and threads of gold. <br>That short and fleeting hour gone by, <br>And even the slightest breath of air, <br>Scarce heard among thy leaves to sigh, <br>Or little bird that flutters there; <br>Shakes off thy petals thin and frail, <br>And soon, like half-congealing snow, <br>The sport of every wandering gale, <br>They strew the humid turf below. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet tho' thy gauzy bells fall fast, <br>Long ere appears the evening crescent; <br>Another bloom succeeds the last, <br>As lovely and as evanescent. <br>Not so the poet's favourite Rose, <br>She blooms beyond a second day, <br>And even some later beauty shews <br>Some charm still lingering in decay. <br>Thus those, who thro' life's path have pass'd, <br>A path how seldom strewn with flowers ! <br>May have met Friendships formed to last <br>Beyond the noonday's golden hours. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While quickly formed, dissolv'd as soon, <br>Some warm attachments I have known <br>Just flourish for an hour at noon, <br>But leave no trace when overblown. <br>Minds that form these, with ardent zeal <br>Their new connexions fondly cherish, <br>And for a moment keenly feel <br>Affection, doomed as soon to perish; <br>Incapable of Friendship long, <br>Awake to every new impression, <br>Old friends, becoming ci-devant ! <br>Are still replaced by a Succession.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charlotte+Smith">Charlotte Smith</a><div class=q>
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expand, and fall off twice in twenty-four hours. 
THE Florists, who have fondly watch'd, 
Some curious bulb from hour to hour, 
And, to ideal charms attach'd, 
Derive their glory from a ..."></div>
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