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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416318" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rambles In Autumn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">But see the fading many-colour'd woods,<br>Shade deepening over shade, the country round<br>Imbrown; a crowded umbrage, dusk, and dun,<br>Of every hue, from wan declining green<br>To sooty dark. These now the lonesome muse,<br>Low whispering, lead into their leaf-strewn walks,<br>And give the season in its latest view.<br>Meantime, light-shadowing all, a sober calm<br>Fleeces unbounded ether; whose least wave<br>Stands tremulous, uncertain where to turn<br>The dewy-skirted clouds imbibe the sun,<br>And through their lucid veil his soften'd force<br>Shed o'er the peaceful world. Then is the time,<br>To steal themselves from the degenerate crowd,<br>And soar above this little scene of things:<br>To tread low-thoughted vice beneath their feet;<br>To soothe the throbbing passions into peace;<br>And woo lone quiet in her silent walks.<br>The pale-descending year, yet pleasing still, <br>A gentler mood inspires; for now the leaf<br>Incessant rustles from the mournful grove;<br>Oft startling such as, studious, walk below, <br>And slowly circles through the waving air.<br>But should a quicker breeze amid the boughs<br>Sob, o'er the sky the leafy deluge streams;<br>Till, choked and matted with the dreary shower,<br>The forest-walks, at every rising gale,<br>Roll wide the wither'd waste, and whistle bleak.<br>Fled is the blasted verdure of the fields;<br>And, shrunk, into their beds, the flowery race<br>Their sunny robes resign. E'en what remain'd<br>Of stronger fruits falls from the naked tree;<br>And woods, fields, gardens, orchards, all around,<br>The desolated prospect thrills the soul.</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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Shade deepening over shade, the country round
Imbrown; a crowded umbrage, dusk, and dun,
Of every hue, from wan declining green
To sooty dark. These now the lonesome muse,
Low whispering, lead into their lea..."></div>
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