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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400589" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Naturalist's Summer-Evening Walk</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Thomas Pennant, Esquire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">... equidem credo, quia sit divinitus illis <br>Ingenium.<br>Virg., Georg. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When day declining sheds a milder gleam, <br>What time the may-fly haunts the pool or stream; <br>When the still owl skims round the grassy mead, <br>What time the timorous hare limps forth to feed; <br>Then be the time to steal adown the vale, <br>And listen to the vagrant cuckoo's tale; <br>To hear the clamorous curlew call his mate, <br>Or the soft quail his tender pain relate; <br>To see the swallow sweep the dark'ning plain <br>Belated, to support her infant train; <br>To mark the swift in rapid giddy ring <br>Dash round the steeple, unsubdu'd of wing: <br>Amusive birds! -- say where your hid retreat <br>When the frost rages and the tempests beat; <br>Whence your return, by such nice instinct led, <br>When spring, soft season, lifts her bloomy head? <br>Such baffled searches mock man's prying pride, <br>The God of Nature is your secret guide! <br>While deep'ning shades obscure the face of day <br>To yonder bench leaf-shelter'd let us stray, <br>'Till blended objects fail the swimming sight, <br>And all the fading landscape sinks in night; <br>To hear the drowsy dorr come brushing by <br>With buzzing wing, or the shrill cricket cry; <br>To see the feeding bat glance through the wood; <br>To catch the distant falling of the flood; <br>While o'er the cliff th'awakened churn-owl hung <br>Through the still gloom protracts his chattering song;&quot; <br>While high in air, and pois'd upon his wings, <br>Unseen, the soft, enamour'd woodlark sings: <br>These, Nature's works, the curious mind employ, <br>Inspire a soothing melancholy joy: <br>As fancy warms, a pleasing kind of pain <br>Steals o'er the cheek, and thrills the creeping vein! <br>Each rural sight, each sound, each smell, combine; <br>The tinkling sheep-bell, or the breath of kine; <br>The new-mown hay that scents the swelling breeze, <br>Or cottage-chimney smoking through the trees. <br>The chilling night-dews fall: away, retire; <br>For see, the glow-worm lights her amorous fire! <br>Thus, ere night's veil had half obscur'd the sky, <br>Th'impatient damsel hung her lamp on high: <br>True to the signal, by love's meteor led, <br>Leander hasten'd to his Hero's bed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am , & c.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gilbert+White">Gilbert White</a><div class=q>
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... equidem credo, quia sit divinitus illis 
Ingenium.
Virg., Georg. 


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