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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374530" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Battle of the Summer Islands : Canto 1</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What fruits they have, and how heaven smiles<br>Upon those late-discovered isles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aid me, Bellona, while the dreadful fight<br>Betwixt a nation and two whales I write.<br>Seas stained with gore I sing, adventurous toil,<br>And how these monsters did disarm an isle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bermudas, walled with rocks, who does not know?<br>That happy island where huge lemons grow,<br>And orange trees, which golden fruit do bear,<br>The Hesperian garden boasts of none so fair;<br>Where shining pearl, coral, and many a pound,<br>On the rich shore, of ambergris is found.<br>The lofty cedar, which to heaven aspires,<br>The prince of trees, is fuel for their fires;<br>The smoke by which their loaded spits do turn,<br>For incense might on sacred altars burn;<br>Their private roofs on odorous timber borne,<br>Such as might palaces for kings adorn.<br>The sweet palmettos a new Bacchus yield,<br>With leaves as ample as the broadest shield,<br>Under the shadow of whose friendly boughs<br>They sit, carousing where their liquor grows.<br>Figs there unplanted through the fields do grow,<br>Such as fierce Cato did the Romans show,<br>With the rare fruit inviting them to spoil<br>Carthage, the mistress of so rich a soil.<br>The naked rocks are not unfruitful there,<br>But, at some constant seasons, every year<br>Their barren tops with luscious food abound,<br>And with the eggs of various fowls are crowned.<br>Tobacco is the worst of things which they <br>To English landlords, as their tribute, pay.<br>Such is the mold, that the blest tenant feeds<br>On precious fruits, and pays his rent in weeds.<br>With candied plantains, and the juicy pine,<br>On choicer melons, and sweet grapes, they dine,<br>And with potatoes fat their wanton swine.<br>Nature these cates with such a lavish hand<br>Pours out among them, that our coarser land<br>Tastes of that bounty, and does cloth return,<br>Which not for warmth but ornament is worn;<br>For the kind spring, which but salutes us here,<br>Inhabits there, and courts them all the year.<br>Ripe fruits and blossoms on the same tress live;<br>At once they promise what at once they give.<br>So sweet the air, so moderate the clime,<br>None sickly lives, or dies before his time.<br>Heaven sure has kept this spot of earth uncursed<br>To show how all things were created first.<br>The tardy plants in our cold orchards placed<br>Reserve their fruit for the next age's taste.<br>There a small grain in some few months will be<br>A firm, a lofty, and a spacious tree.<br>The palma-christi, and the fair papaw,<br>Now but a seed, preventing nature's law,<br>In half the circle of the hasty year<br>Project a shade, and lovely fruit do wear.<br>And as their trees, in our dull region set,<br>But faintly grow, and no perfection get,<br>So in this northern tract our hoarser throats<br>Utter unripe and ill-constrained notes, <br>Where the supporter of the poets' style,<br>Phoebus, on them eternally does smile.<br>Oh! how I long my careless limbs to lay<br>Under the plantain's shade, and all the day<br>With amorous airs my fancy entertain,<br>Invoke the Muses, and improve my vein!<br>No passion there in my free breast should move,<br>None but the sweet and best of passions, love.<br>There while I sing, if gentle love be by,<br>That tunes my lute, and winds the strings so high,<br>With the sweet sound of Sacharissa's name<br>I'll make the listening savages grow tame - <br>But while I do these pleasing dreams indite,<br>I am diverted from the promised fight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edmund+Waller">Edmund Waller</a><div class=q>
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Upon those late-discovered isles.

Aid me, Bellona, while the dreadful fight
Betwixt a nation and two whales I write.
Seas stained with gore I sing, adventurous toil,
And how these monsters did disarm a..."></div>
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