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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355412" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Flora</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">REMOTE from scenes, where the o'erwearied mind <br>Shrinks from the crimes and follies of mankind, <br>From hostile menace, and offensive boast, <br>Peace, and her train of home-born pleasures lost; <br>To fancy's reign, who would not gladly turn, <br>And lose awhile, the miseries they mourn <br>In sweet oblivion ? Come then, Fancy ! deign, <br>Queen of ideal pleasure, once again, <br>To lend thy magic pencil, and to bring <br>Such lovely forms, as in life's happier spring, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the green margin of my native Wey, <br>Before mine infant eyes were wont to play, <br>And with that pencil, teach me to describe <br>The enchanting goddess of the flowery tribe, <br>Whose first prerogative it is to chase <br>The clouds that hang on languid beauty's face; <br>And, while advancing suns and tepid showers, <br>Lead on the laughing Spring's delicious hours, <br>Bid the wan maid the hues of health assume, <br>Charm with new grace, and blush with fresher bloom. <br>The vision comes !While slowly melt away, <br>Night's hovering shades before the eastern ray, <br>Ere yet declines the morning's humid star, <br>Fair Fancy brings her; in her leafy car </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flora descends, to dress the expecting earth, <br>Awake the germs, and call the buds to birth; <br>Bid each hybernacle its cell unfold, <br>And open silken leaves, and eyes of gold ! <br>Of forest foliage of the firmest shade <br>Enwove by magic hands, the car was made; <br>Oak, and the ample Plane, without entwined, <br>And Beech and Ash the verdant concave lin'd; <br>The Saxifrage, that snowy flowers emboss, <br>Supplied the seat; and of the mural moss <br>The velvet footstool rose, where lightly rest, <br>Her slender feet in Cypripedium drest. <br>The tufted rush, that bears a silken crown, <br>The floating feathers of the thistle's down, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In tender hues of rainbow lustre dyed, <br>The airy texture of her robe supplied, <br>And wild convolvuli, yet half unblown, <br>Form'd, with their wreathing buds, her simple zone, <br>Some wandering tresses of her radiant hair, <br>Luxuriant floated on the enamour'd air; <br>The rest were by the Scandix' points confin'd <br>And graced a shining knot, her head behind <br>While, as a sceptre of supreme command, <br>She waved the Anthoxanthum in her hand. <br>Around the goddess, as the flies that play, <br>In countless myriads in the western ray, <br>The sylphs innumerous throng; whose magic powers <br>Guard the soft buds, and nurse the infant flowers; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Round the sustaining stems weak tendrils bind, <br>And save the pollen from dispersing wind; <br>From suns too ardent, shade their transient hues, <br>And catch in odorous cups translucent dews. <br>The ruder tasks of others are, to chase <br>From vegetable life the insect race, <br>Break the polluting thread the spider weaves, <br>And brush the aphis from th' unfolding leaves. <br>For conquest arm'd these pigmy warriors wield <br>The thorny lance, and spread the hollow shield <br>Of lichen tough; or bear, as silver bright, <br>Lunaria's pearly circlet, firm and light. <br>On the helm'd head the crimson foxglove glows, <br>Or Scutellaria guards the martial brows, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While the Leontodon its plumage rears, <br>And o'er the casque in waving grace appears; <br>With stern undaunted eye, one warlike chief <br>Grasps the tall club from Arum's blood-dropt leaf; <br>This, with the Burdock's hooks annoys his foes, <br>The purple thorn that borrows from the Rose. <br>In honeyed nectaries couched, some drive away <br>The forked insidious earwig from his prey; <br>Fearless the scaled libellula assail, <br>Dart their keen lances at the encroaching snail; <br>Arrest the winged ant, on pinions light, <br>And strike the headlong beetle in his flight. <br>Nor less assiduous round their lovely queen, <br>The lighter forms of female fays are seen; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rich was the purple vest Floscella wore, <br>Spun of the tufts the Tradescantia bore; <br>The Cistus' flowers minute her temple graced, <br>And threads of Yucca bound her slender waist. <br>From the wild bee, whose wond'rous labour weaves, <br>In artful folds the rose's fragrant leaves, <br>Was borrow'd fair Petalla's light cymar; <br>And the Hypericum, with spangling star, <br>O'er her fair locks its bloom minute enwreath'd; <br>Then, while voluptuous odours round her breath'd, <br>Came Nectarynia; as the arrowy rays <br>Of lambent fire round pictur'd seraphs blaze, <br>So did the Passiflora's radii shed, <br>Cerulean glory o'er the sylphid's head, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While round her form, the pliant tendrils twined, <br>And clasp'd the scarf that floated on the wind. <br>More grave the para-nymph Calyxa drest; <br>A brown transparent spatha formed her vest; <br>The silver scales that bound her raven hair, <br>Xeranthemum's unfading calyx bear; <br>And a light sash of spiral Ophrys press'd <br>Her filmy tunic, on her tender breast. <br>But where shall images or words be found <br>To paint the fair ethereal forms, that round <br>The queen of flowers attended ? and the while <br>Bask'd in her eyes and wanton'd in her smile. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now towards the earth the gay procession bends, <br>Lo ! from the buoyant air, the car descends; <br>Anticipating then the various year, <br>Flowers of all hues and every month appear, <br>From every swelling bulb its blossoms rise; <br>Here, blow the Hyacinths of loveliest dyes, <br>Breathing of heaven; and there, her royal brows <br>Begemmed with pearl, the Crown imperial shews; <br>Peeps the blue Gentian, from the soft'ning ground, <br>Jonquils and Violets, shed their odours round; <br>The Honeysuckle rears his scallop'd horn; <br>A snow of blossoms whiten on the thorn. <br>Here, like the fatal fruit to Paris given, <br>That spread fell feuds throughout the fabled heaven, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The yellow Rose her golden globe displays; <br>There lovelier still, among the spiny sprays <br>Her blushing rivals glow with brighter dyes, <br>Than paints the summer sun on western skies. <br>And the scarce tinged, and paler Rose unveil <br>Their modest beauties to the sighing gale. <br>Thro' the deep woodland's wild uncultur'd scene, <br>Spreads the soft influence of the floral queen; <br>See a fair pyramid the Chesnut rear, <br>Its crimson tassels on the Larch appear; <br>The Fir, dark native of the sullen North, <br>Owns her soft sway; and slowly springing forth <br>On the rough Oak are buds minute unfurl'd, <br>Whose giant produce may command the world ! <br>Each forest thicket feels the balmy air, <br>And plants that love the shade are blowing there. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rude rocks with Filices and Bryums smile, <br>And wastes are gay with Thyme and Chamomile. <br>Ah ! yet prolong the dear delicious dream, <br>And trace her power along the mountain stream. <br>See ! from its rude and rocky source, o'erhung <br>With female fern, and glossy adder's-tongue <br>Slowly it wells, in pure and chrystal drops, <br>And steals soft-gliding, thro' the upland copse; <br>Then murmuring on, along the willowy sides, <br>The reed-bird whispers, and the Halcyon hides; <br>While among sallows pale, and birchen bowers, <br>Embarks in Fancy's eye the queen of flowers. <br>O'er her light skiff, of woven bull-rush made, <br>The Water lily lends a polish'd shade; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While Galium there, of pale and silver hue, <br>And Epilobiums on the banks that grew, <br>Form her soft couch; and as the Sylphs divide, <br>With pliant arms, the still increasing tide, <br>A thousand leaves along the stream unfold; <br>Amid its waving swords, in flaming gold <br>The Iris towers; and here the Arrowhead <br>And water Crowfoot, more profusely spread <br>Spangle the quiet current; higher there, <br>As conscious of her claims, in beauty rare, <br>Her rosy umbels rears the flow'ring Rush, <br>While with reflected charms the waters blush. <br>The naiad now, the year's fair goddess leads, <br>Through richer pastures and more level meads <br>Down to the sea; where even the briny sands <br>Their product offer to her glowing hands; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For there, by sea-dews nurs'd and airs marine, <br>The Chelidonium blows; in glaucous green, <br>Each refluent tide the thorn'd Eryngium laves, <br>And its pale leaves seem tinctured by the waves; <br>And half-way up the cliff, whose rugged brow <br>Hangs o'er the ever toiling surge below, <br>Springs the light Tamarisk.The summit bare, <br>Is tufted by the Statice; and there, <br>Crush'd by the fisher, as he stands to mark <br>Some distant signal or approaching bark, <br>The Saltwort's starry stalks are thickly sown, <br>Like humble worth, unheeded and unknown ! <br>From depths where corals spring from chrystal caves, <br>And break with scarlet branch, the eddying waves, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where Algæ stream, as change the flowing tides, <br>And where, half flower, half fish, the Polyp hides, <br>And long tenacious bands of sea-lace twine <br>Round palm-shaped leaves impearl'd with coralline. <br>Enamour'd Fancy now the sea-maids calls, <br>And from their grottos dim, and shell-paved halls, <br>Charm'd by her voice, the shining train emerge, <br>And buoyant float above the circling surge; <br>Green Byssus, waving in the sea-born gales, <br>Form'd their thin mantles, and transparent veils, <br>Panier'd in shells, or bound with silver strings, <br>Of silken pinna; each her trophy brings <br>Of plants, from rocks and caverns submarine, <br>With leathery branch, and bladder'd buds between; <br>There, its dark folds the pucker'd laver spread, <br>With trees in miniature of various red; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There flag-shaped olive-leaves, depending hung, <br>And fairy fans from glossy pebbles sprung; <br>Then her terrestrial train the nereids meet, <br>And lay their spoils saline at Flora's feet. <br>O ! fairest of the fabled forms ! that stream, <br>Dress'd by wild Fancy, thro' the poet's dream, <br>Still may thy attributes of leaves and flowers, <br>Thy garden's rich, and shrub-o'ershadow'd bowers, <br>And yellow meads, with Spring's first honours bright, <br>The child's gay heart, and frolic step invite; <br>And, while the careless wanderer explores, <br>The umbrageous forest, or the rugged shores, <br>Climbs the green down, or roams the broom-clad waste, <br>May Truth, and Nature, form his future taste ! <br>Goddess ! on youth's bless'd hours thy gifts bestow; <br>Bind the fair wreath on virgin-beauty's brow, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still may Fancy's brightest flowers be wove <br>Round the gold chains of hymeneal love. <br>But most for those, by Sorrow's hands oppress'd, <br>May thy beds blossom, and thy wilds be dress'd; <br>And where by Fortune and the world forgot, <br>The mourner droops in some sequester'd spot, <br>('Sad luxury to vulgar minds unknown,') <br>O'er blighted happiness for ever gone, <br>Yet the dear image seeks not to forget, <br>But woos his grief, and cherishes regret; <br>Loving, with fond and lingering pain, to mourn <br>O'er joys and hopes that never will return; <br>Thou, visionary power ! mayst bid him view <br>Forms not less lovely, and as transient too; <br>And while they soothe the wearied pilgrim's eyes, <br>Afford an antepast of Paradise.</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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Shrinks from the crimes and follies of mankind, 
From hostile menace, and offensive boast, 
Peace, and her train of home-born pleasures lost; 
To fancy's reign, who would not gladly turn, 
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