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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420977" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Imitation Of Spenser</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Morning from her orient chamber came,<br>And her first footsteps touch'd a verdant hill;<br>Crowning its lawny crest with amber flame,<br>Silv'ring the untainted gushes of its rill;<br>Which, pure from mossy beds, did down distill,<br>And after parting beds of simple flowers,<br>By many streams a little lake did fill,<br>Which round its marge reflected woven bowers,<br>And, in its middle space, a sky that never lowers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There the king-fisher saw his plumage bright<br>Vieing with fish of brilliant dye below;<br>Whose silken fins, and golden scales' light<br>Cast upward, through the waves, a ruby glow:<br>There saw the swan his neck of arched snow,<br>And oar'd himself along with majesty;<br>Sparkled his jetty eyes; his feet did show<br>Beneath the waves like Afric's ebony,<br>And on his back a fay reclined voluptuously.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! could I tell the wonders of an isle<br>That in that fairest lake had placed been,<br>I could e'en Dido of her grief beguile;<br>Or rob from aged Lear his bitter teen:<br>For sure so fair a place was never seen,<br>Of all that ever charm'd romantic eye:<br>It seem'd an emerald in the silver sheen<br>Of the bright waters; or as when on high,<br>Through clouds of fleecy white, laughs the cœrulean sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all around it dipp'd luxuriously<br>Slopings of verdure through the glossy tide,<br>Which, as it were in gentle amity,<br>Rippled delighted up the flowery side;<br>As if to glean the ruddy tears, it tried,<br>Which fell profusely from the rose-tree stem!<br>Haply it was the workings of its pride,<br>In strife to throw upon the shore a gem<br>Outviewing all the buds in Flora's diadem.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Keats">John Keats</a><div class=q>
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And her first footsteps touch'd a verdant hill;
Crowning its lawny crest with amber flame,
Silv'ring the untainted gushes of its rill;
Which, pure from mossy beds, did down distill,
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