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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397005" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Summer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Esteville fire begins to burn; <br>The auburn fields of harvest rise; <br>The torrid flames again return, <br>And thunders roll along the skies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Perspiring Cancer lifts his head, <br>And roars terrific from on high; <br>Whose voice the timid creatures dread, <br>From which they strive with awe to fly. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The night-hawk ventures from his cell, <br>And starts his note in evening air; <br>He feels the heat his bosom swell, <br>Which drives away the gloom of fear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thou noisy insect, start thy drum; <br>Rise lamp-like bugs to light the train; <br>And bid sweet Philomela come, <br>And sound in front the nightly strain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The bee begins her ceaseless hum, <br>And doth with sweet exertions rise; <br>And with delight she stores her comb, <br>And well her rising stock supplies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Let sportive children well beware, <br>While sprightly frisking o'er the green; <br>And carefully avoid the snare, <br>Which lurks beneath the smiling scene. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The mistress bird assumes her nest, <br>And broods in silence on the tree, <br>Her note to cease, her wings at rest, <br>She patient waits her young to see. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The farmer hastens from the heat; <br>The weary plough-horse droops his head; <br>The cattle all at noon retreat, <br>And ruminate beneath the shade. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The burdened ox with dauntless rage, <br>Flies heedless to the liquid flood, <br>From which he quaffs, devoid of guage, <br>Regardless of his driver's rod. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Pomacious orchards now expand <br>Their laden branches o'er the lea; <br>And with their bounty fill the land, <br>While plenty smiles on every tree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>On fertile borders, near the stream, <br>Now gaze with pleasure and delight; <br>See loaded vines with melons teem-- <br>'Tis paradise to human sight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>With rapture view the smiling fields, <br>Adorn the mountain and the plain, <br>Each, on the eve of Autumn, yields <br>A large supply of golden grain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Moses+Horton">George Moses Horton</a><div class=q>
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The auburn fields of harvest rise; 
The torrid flames again return, 
And thunders roll along the skies. 


Perspiring Cancer lifts his head, 
And roars terrific from on high; 
Whose voice the timid creatures dread, ..."></div>
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