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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416295" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hymn on Solitude</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hail, mildly pleasing solitude,<br>Companion of the wise and good;<br>But, from whose holy, piercing eye,<br>The herd of fools, and villains fly.<br>Oh! how I love with thee to walk,<br>And listen to thy whisper'd talk,<br>Which innocence, and truth imparts,<br>And melts the most obdurate hearts. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A thousand shapes you wear with ease,<br>And still in every shape you please.<br>Now wrapt in some mysterious dream,<br>A lone philosopher you seem;<br>Now quick from hill to vale you fly,<br>And now you sweep the vaulted sky;<br>A shepherd next, you haunt the plain,<br>And warble forth your oaten strain;<br>A lover now, with all the grace<br>Of that sweet passion in your face:<br>Then, calm'd to friendship, you assume<br>The gentle-looking Hertford's bloom,<br>As, with her Musidora, she,<br>(Her Musidora fond of thee)<br>Amid the long withdrawing vale,<br>Awakes the rival'd nightingale. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thine is the balmy breath of morn,<br>Just as the dew-bent rose is born;<br>And while meridian fervours beat,<br>Thine is the woodland dumb retreat;<br>But chief, when evening scenes decay,<br>And the faint landskip swims away,<br>Thine is the doubtful soft decline,<br>And that best hour of musing thine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Descending angels bless thy train,<br>The virtues of the sage, and swain;<br>Plain Innocence in white array'd,<br>Before thee lifts her fearless head:<br>Religion's beams around thee shine,<br>And cheer thy glooms with light divine:<br>About thee sports sweet Liberty;<br>And rapt Urania sings to thee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, let me pierce thy secret cell!<br>And in thy deep recesses dwell!<br>Perhaps from Norwood's oak-clad hill,<br>When meditation has her fill,<br>I just may cast my careless eyes<br>Where London's spiry turrets rise,<br>Think of its crimes, its cares, its pain,<br>Then shield me in the woods again.</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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Companion of the wise and good;
But, from whose holy, piercing eye,
The herd of fools, and villains fly.
Oh! how I love with thee to walk,
And listen to thy whisper'd talk,
Which innocence, and truth imparts,
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