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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381278" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ocean: An Ode. Concluding with A wish.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I. <br> Sweet rural scene! <br> Of flocks and green! <br>At careless ease my limbs are spread; <br> All nature still <br> But yonder rill; <br>And listening pines not o'er my head: <br>II<br> In prospect wide, <br> The boundless tide! <br>Waves cease to foam, and winds to roar; <br> Without a breeze, <br> The curling seas <br>Dance on, in measure, to the shore. <br>III<br> Who sings the source <br> Of wealth and force? <br>Vast field of commerce and big war: <br> Where wonders dwell! <br> Where terrors swell! <br>And Neptune thunders from his car? <br>IV<br> Where? where are they, <br> Whom Pean's ray <br>Has touch'd, and bid divinely rave? <br> What, none aspire? <br> I snatch the lyre, <br>And plunge into the foaming wave. <br>V<br> The wave resounds! <br> The rock rebounds! <br>The Nereids to my song reply! <br> I lead the choir, <br> And they conspire <br>With voice and shell to lift it high; <br>VI<br> They spread in air <br> Their bosoms fair; <br>Their verdant tresses pour behind. <br> The billows beat <br> With nimble feet, <br>With notes triumphant swell the wind. <br> VII<br> Who love the shore, <br> And they conspire <br>With voice and shell to lift it high; <br> Let those adore <br> The God Apollo, and his Nine, <br> Parnassus' hill, <br> And Orpheus' skill; <br>But let Arion's harp be mine. <br> VIII<br> The main! the main! <br> Is Britain's reign; <br>Her strength, her glory, is her fleet; <br> The main! the main! <br> Be Briton's strain; <br>As Triton's strong, as Syren's sweet. <br> IX<br> Through nature wide, <br> Is nought descry'd <br>So rich in pleasure, or surprize; <br> When all-serene <br> How sweet the scene! <br>How dreadful, when the billows rise. <br>X<br> And storms deface <br> The fluid glass <br>In which ere-while Britannia fair <br> Look'd down with pride, <br> Like Ocean's bride, <br>Adjusting her majestic air. <br>XI<br> When tempests cease, <br> And hush'd in peace <br>The flatten'd surges smoothly spread <br> Deep silence keep, <br> And seem to sleep <br>Recumbent on their oozy bed; <br>XII<br> With what a trance <br> The level glance, <br> Unbroken, shoots along the seas! <br> Whichtempt from shore <br> the painted oar; <br>And every canvas courts the breeze! <br>XIII<br> When rushes forth <br> The frowning North <br>On blackening billows, with what dread <br> My shuddering soul <br> Beholds them roll, <br>And hears their roarings o'er my head! <br> XIV<br> With terror mark <br> Yon flying bark! <br>Now, center-deep descend the brave; <br> Now, toss'd on high <br> It takes the sky, <br>A feather on the towering wave!<br>XV<br> Now, spins around <br> In whirls profound; <br>Now, whelm'd; now, pendant near the clouds; <br> Now, stunn'd, it reels <br> Midst thunder's peals; <br>And, now, fierce lightening fires the shrouds.<br>XVI<br> All aether burns! <br> Chaos returns! <br>And blends once more the seas and skies; <br> No space between <br> Thy bosom green, <br>O Deep! and the blue concave, lies. <br>XVII<br> The northern blast, <br> The shatter'd mast, <br> The fyrt, the whirlpool, and the rock, <br> The breaking spout, <br> the stars gone out, <br>The boiling sreight, the monsters shock. <br>XVIII<br> Let others fear; <br> To Britain dear <br>What'er promotes her daring claim; <br> Those terrors charm, <br> Which keep her warm <br>In chace of honest gain or fame. <br> XIX<br> The stars are bright <br> To chear the night, <br>And shed, through shadows, temper'd fire; <br> And Phoebus flames <br> With burnish'd beams, <br>Which some adore, and all admire. <br>XX<br> Are then the seas <br> Outshone by these? <br>Bright Thetys! thou art not outshone; <br> With kinder beams <br> And softer gleams, <br>Thy bosom wears them as thy own <br>XXI<br> There, set in green, <br> Gold-stars are seen, <br>A mantle rich! thy charms to wrap; <br> And when the sun <br> His race has run <br>He falls enamour'd in thy lap. <br>XXII<br> Those clouds, whose dyes <br> Adorn the skies, <br> That silver snow, that pearly rain; <br> Has Phoebus stole <br> To grace the pole, <br>The plunder of th' invaded main! <br>XXIII<br> The gaudy bow, <br> Whose colours glow, <br>Whose arch with so much skill is bent, <br> To Phoebus' ray <br> Which paints so gay, <br>By thee the watery woof was lent. <br> XXIV<br> In chambers deep, <br> Where waters sleep, <br>What unknown treasures pave the floor! <br> The pearl in rows <br> Pale lustre throws; <br>The wealth immense, which storms devour. <br>XXV<br> From Indian mines, <br> With proud designs, <br>the merchant, swoin, digs golden ore. <br> The tempests rise, <br> And seize the prize, <br>And toss him breathless on the shore.<br>XXVI<br> His son complains <br> In pious strains <br>&quot;Ah! cruel thirst of gold!&quot; he cries; <br> Then ploughs the main, <br> In zeal for gain, <br>The tears yet swelling in his eyes. <br>XXVII<br> Thou watery vast! <br> What mounds are cast <br> To bar thy dreadful flowings-o'er? <br> Thy proudest foam <br> Must know its home; <br>But rage of gold disdains a shore. <br>XXVIII<br> Gold Pleasure buys; <br> But Pleasure dies, <br>Too soon the tross fruition cloys: <br> Though raptures court, <br> The sense is short; <br>But Virtue kindles living joys; <br> XXIX<br> Joys felt alone! <br> Joys ask'd of none! <br>Which Time's and Fortune's arrows miss; <br> Joys that subsist, <br> Though Fates resist, <br>And unprecarious endless bliss!<br>XXX<br> The soul refin'd <br> Is most inclin'd <br>To every moral excellence; <br> All Vice is dull, <br> A knave's a fool; <br>And Virtue is the child of Sense <br>XXXI<br> The virtuous mind <br> Nor wave, nor wind, <br>Nor civil rage, nor tyrant's frown, <br> The shaken ball <br> Nor planets fall, <br>From its firm basis can dethrone.<br>XXXII<br> This Britain knows, <br> And therefore glows <br> With generous passions, and expends <br> Her wealth and zeal <br> On public weal, <br>And brightens both by godlike ends. <br>XXXIII<br> What end so great, <br> As that which late <br>Awoke the Genius of the main, <br> Which towering rose <br> With George to close, <br>And rival great Eliza's reign? <br> XXXIV<br> A voice has flown <br> From Britain's throne <br>To reinflame a grand design; <br> That voice shall rear <br> Yon fabrick fair,1 <br>As Nature's rose at the divine. <br> XXXV<br> When nature sprung, <br> Blest angels sung, <br>And shouted o'er the rising balll; <br> For strains as high <br> As main's can fly, <br>These sea-devoted honours call. <br>XXXVI<br> From boisterous seas, <br> The lap of ease <br>Receives our wounded and our old; <br> High domes ascend! <br> Stretc'd arches bend! <br>Proud columns swell! wide gates unfold!<br>XXXVII<br> So sleeps the grain, <br> In fostering rain, <br>And vital beams, till Jove descend; <br> Then bursts the root! <br> the verdures shoot! <br>And earth enrich, adorn, defend! <br>XXXVIII<br> Here, soft-reclin'd <br> From wave, from wind, <br> And Fortune's tempest safe ashore, <br> To cheat their care, <br> Of former war <br>They talk the pleasing shadows o'er. <br>XXXIX<br> In lengthen'd tales, <br> Our fleet prevails; <br>In tales the lenitives of age! <br> And, o'er the bowl, <br> They fire the soul <br>Of listening youth, to martial rage. <br> XL<br> The story done, <br> Their setting sun, <br>Serenely smiling down the West, <br> In soft decay, <br> They drop away; <br>And Honour leads them to their rest.<br>XLI<br> Unhappy they! <br> And falsely gay! <br>Who bask for ever in success; <br> A constant feast <br> Quite palls the taste, <br>And long enjoyment is distress.<br>XLII<br> What charms us most, <br> Our joy, our boast, <br>Familiar, loses all its bloss; <br> And gold refin'd <br> The fated mind <br>Fastidious turns to perfect dross.<br>XLIII<br> When, after toil, <br> His native soil <br> The panting mariner regains <br> What transport flows <br> From bare repose! <br>We reap our pleasure from our pains. <br>XLIV<br> Ye warlike slain! <br> Beneath the main, <br>Wrapt in a watery winding sheet; <br> Who bought with blood <br> Your country's good, <br>Your country's full-blown glorys greet. <br> XLV<br> What powerful charm <br> Can death disarm? <br>Your long, your iron slumbers break? <br> By Jove, by Fame, <br> By George's name, <br>Awake! awake! awake! <br>XLVI<br> Our joy so proud, <br> Our shout so loud, <br>Without a charm the dead might hear: <br> And see, they rouze! <br> Their awful brows, <br>Deep-scar'd, froomm oozy pillows rear! <br>XLVII<br> With spiral shell, <br> Full-blasted, tell <br>That all your watery realms should sing; <br> Your pearl-alcoves, <br> Your coral-groves, <br>Should echo theirs, and Britain's king. <br>XLVIII<br> As long as stars <br> Guide mariners, <br> As Carolina's virtues please, <br> Or suns invite <br> The ravish'd sight, <br>The British flag shall sweep the seas. <br>XLIX<br> Pecular both! <br> Our soil's strong growth, <br>And our bold natives hardy mind; <br> Sure Heaven bespoke <br> Our hearts, and oak, <br>To give a master to minkind. <br> L<br> That noblest birth <br> Of teaming earth, <br>Of forests fair that daughter proud, <br> To foreign coasts <br> Our grandeur boasts <br>And Britain's pleasure speaks aloud. <br>LI<br> Now big with war <br> Sends Fate from far, <br>If rebel realms their Fate demand; <br> Now, sumptuous spoils <br> Of foreign soils <br>Pours in the bottom of our land. <br>LII<br> Hence, Britain lays <br> In scales, and weighs <br>The fates of kingdoms and of kings; <br> And as she frowns <br> Or smiles, on crown <br>A night or day of glory springs. <br> LIII<br> Thus Ocean swells <br> The streams and rills, <br> And to their borders lifts them high; <br> Or else withdraws <br> The mighty cause, <br>And leaves their famish'd channels dry. <br>LIV<br> How mixt, how frail, <br> How sure to fail, <br>Is every pleasure of mankind! <br> A damp destroys <br> My blooming joys, <br>While Britain's glory fires my mind. <br> LV<br> For who can gaze <br> On restless seas, <br>Unstruck with life's more restless state? <br> Where all are toss'd, <br> And most are lost <br>By tides of passion, blasts of fate? <br>LVI<br> The world's the main, <br> How vext! how vain! <br>Ambition swells, and Anger foams; <br> May good men find, <br> Beneath the wind, <br>A noiseless shore, unruffled homes! <br>LVII<br> The public scene <br> Of harden'd men <br>Teach me, O teach me to despise! <br> The world few know <br> But to their woe, <br>Our crimes with our experience rise;<br>LVIII<br> All tender sense <br> Is banish'd thence,. <br> All maiden nature's first alarms; <br> What shock'd before <br> Disgusts no more, <br>And what disgusted has its charms <br>LIX<br> In landskips green <br> True Bliss is seen, <br>With Innocence, in shades, the sports; <br> In wealthy towns <br> Proud labour frowns, <br>And painted Sorrow smiles in courts. <br> LX<br> These scenes untry'd <br> Seduc'd my pride, <br>To Fortune's arrows bar'd my breast; <br> Till Wisdom came, <br> A hoary dame! <br>And told me pleasure was in rest. <br>LXI<br> &quot;O may I steal <br> &quot;Along the vale <br>&quot;Of humble life, secure from foes! <br> &quot;My friend sincere! <br> &quot;My judgment clear! <br>&quot;And gentle business my repose!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+Young">Edward Young</a><div class=q>
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 Sweet rural scene! 
 Of flocks and green! 
At careless ease my limbs are spread; 
 All nature still 
 But yonder rill; 
And listening pines not o'er my head: 
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 In prospect wide, 
 The boundless tide! 
Waves cease to foam, and winds to roar..."></div>
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