Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427392" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fragments</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tuscara! thou art lovely now, <br>Thy woods, that frown'd in sullen strength <br>Like plumage on a giant's brow, <br>Have bowed their massy pride at length. <br>The rustling maize is green around, <br>The sheep is in the Congar's bed; <br>And clear the ploughman's whistlings sound <br>Where war-whoop's pealed o'er mangled dead. <br>Fair cots around thy breast are set, <br>Like pearls upon a coronet; <br>And in Aluga's vale below <br>The gilded grain is moving slow <br>Like yellow moonlight on the sea, <br>Where waves are swelling peacefully; <br>As beauty's breast, when quiet dreams <br>Come tranquilly and gently by; <br>When all she loves and hopes for seems <br>To float in smiles before her eye. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And hast thou lost the grandeur rude <br>That made me breathless, when at first <br>Upon my infant sight you burst, <br>The monarch of the solitude? <br>No; there is yet thy turret rock, <br>The watch-tower of the skies, the lair <br>Of Indian Gods, who, in the shock <br>Of bursting thunders, slumbered there; <br>And trim thy bosom is arrayed <br>In labour's green and glittering vest, <br>And yet thy forest locks of shade <br>Shake stormy on that turret crest. <br>Still hast thou left the rocks, the floods, <br>And nature is the loveliest then, <br>When first amid her caves and woods <br>She feels the busy tread of men; <br>When every tree, and bush, and flower, <br>Springs wildly in its native grace; <br>Ere art exerts her boasted power, <br>That brightened only to deface. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes! thou art lovelier now than ever; <br>How sweet 'twould be, when all the air <br>In moonlight swims, along thy river <br>To couch upon the grass, and hear <br>Niagara's everlasting voice, <br>Far in the deep blue west away; <br>That dreaming and poetic noise <br>We mark not in the glare of day, <br>Oh! how unlike its torrent-cry, <br>When o'er the brink the tide is driven, <br>As if the vast and sheeted sky <br>In thunder fell from heaven. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Were I but there, the daylight fled, <br>With that smooth air, the stream, the sky, <br>And lying on that minstrel bed <br>Of nature's own embroidery <br>With those long tearful willows o'er me, <br>That weeping fount, that solemn light, <br>With scenes of sighing tales before me, <br>And one green, maiden grave in sight; <br>How mournfully the strain would rise <br>Of that true maid, whose fate can yet <br>Draw rainy tears from stubborn eyes; <br>From lids that ne'er before were wet. <br>She lies not here, but that green grave <br>Is sacred from the plough -- and flowers, <br>Snow-drops, and valley-lilies, wave <br>Amid the grass; and other showers <br>Than those of heaven have fallen there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joseph+Rodman+Drake">Joseph Rodman Drake</a><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427392" data-title="Fragments de Joseph Rodman Drake" data-description="I 

Tuscara! thou art lovely now, 
Thy woods, that frown'd in sullen strength 
Like plumage on a giant's brow, 
Have bowed their massy pride at length. 
The rustling maize is green around, 
The sheep is in the Congar's bed; 
And clear the ploughma..."></div>
</div>
</div>