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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416326" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Spring Showers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The north-east spends his rage; he now shut up<br>Within his iron cave, th' effusive south<br>Warms the wide air, and o'er the void of heaven<br>Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers distent.<br>At first a dusky wreath they seem to rise,<br>Scarce staining ether; but, by swift degrees,<br>In heaps on heaps, the doubling vapour sails<br>Along the loaded sky, and mingling deep,<br>Sits on th' horizon round a settled gloom:<br>Not such as wintry storms on mortals shed,<br>Oppressing life; but lovely, gentle, kind,<br>And full of every hope and every joy,<br>The wish of nature. Gradual sinks the breeze<br>Into a perfect calm; that not a breath<br>Is heard to quiver through the closing woods,<br>Or rustling turn the many twinkling leaves<br>Of aspen tall. Th' uncurling floods, diffused<br>In glassy breath, seem through delusive lapse<br>Forgetful in their course. 'Tis silence all,<br>And pleasing expectation. Herds and flocks<br>Drop the dry sprig, and mute-imploring eye<br>The falling verdure. Hush'd in short suspense,<br>The plumy people streak their wings with oil,<br>To throw the lucid moisture trickling off;<br>And wait th' approaching sign to strike, at once,<br>Into the general choir. Even mountains, vales,<br>And forests seem, impatient, to demand<br>The promised sweetness. Man superior walks<br>Amid the glad creation, musing praise,<br>And looking lively gratitude. At last,<br>The clouds consign their treasures to the fields;<br>Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow,<br>In large effusion, o'er the freshen'd world.<br>The stealing shower is scarce to patter heard,<br>By such as wander through the forest walks,<br>Beneath th' umbrageous multitude of leaves.<br>But who can hold the shade while heaven descends<br>In universal bounty, shedding herbs,<br>And fruits, and flowers on Nature's ample lap!<br>Swift fancy fired anticipates their growth;<br>And, while the milky nutriment distils,<br>Beholds the kindling country colour round.</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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Within his iron cave, th' effusive south
Warms the wide air, and o'er the void of heaven
Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers distent.
At first a dusky wreath they seem to rise,
Scarce staining..."></div>
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