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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416293" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Happiness of a Country Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! knew he but his happiness, of men<br>The happiest he, who, far from public rage,<br>Deep in the vale, with a choice few retired<br>Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life.<br>What though the dome be wanting, whose proud gate<br>Each morning vomits out the sneaking crowd<br>Of flatt'rers false, and in their turn abused?<br>Vile intercourse! What though the glitt'ring robe,<br>Of every hue reflected light can give,<br>Or floating loose, or stiff with mazy gold -<br>The pride and gaze of fools! - oppress him not? <br>What though, from utmost land and sea purvey'd,<br>For him each rarer tributary life<br>Bleeds not, and his insatiatic table heaps<br>With luxury and death? What though his bowl<br>Flames not with costly juice; nor sunk in beds,<br>Oft of gay care, he tosses out the night,<br>Or melts the thoughtless hours in idle state?<br>What though he knows not those fantastic joys<br>That still amuse the wanton, still deceive,<br>A face of pleasure, but a heart of pain;<br>Their hollow moments undelighted all? <br>Sure peace is his; a solid life, estranged<br>From disappointment and fallacious hope,<br>Rich in content, in Nature's bounty rich,<br>In herbs and fruits. Whatever greens the spring,<br>When heaven descends in showers; or bends the bough,<br>When summer reddens, and when autumn beams;<br>Or in the wintry glebe whatever lies<br>Conceal'd, and fattens with the richest sap,<br>These are not wanting; nor the milky drove,<br>Luxuriant, spread o'er all the lowing vale;<br>Nor bleating mountains; nor the chide of streams,<br>And hum of bees, inviting sleep sincere<br>Into the guiltless breast, beneath the shade,<br>Or thrown at large amid the fragrant hay;<br>Nor aught besides of prospect, grove, or song,<br>Dim grottos, gleaming lakes, and fountains clear.<br>Here, too, dwell simple truth, plain innocence,<br>Unsallied beauty, sound unbroken youth,<br>Patient of labour, with a little pleased,<br>Health ever blooming, unambitious toil,<br>Calm contemplation, and poetic ease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Thomson">James Thomson</a><div class=q>
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The happiest he, who, far from public rage,
Deep in the vale, with a choice few retired
Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life.
What though the dome be wanting, whose proud gate
Each morning vomits out th..."></div>
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