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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454930" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Nightingale, The</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To-night retired, the queen of heaven<br> With young Endymion stays;<br>And now to Hesper it is given<br>Awhile to rule the vacant sky,<br>Till she shall to her lamp supply<br> A stream of brighter rays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Propitious send thy golden ray,<br> Thou purest light above!<br>Let no false flame seduce to stray<br>Where gulf or steep lie hid for harm;<br>But lead where music's healing charm<br> May soothe afflicted love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To them, by many a grateful song<br> In happier seasons vow'd,<br>These lawns, Olympia's haunts, belong:<br>Oft by yon silver stream we walk'd,<br>Or fix'd, while Philomela talk'd,<br> Beneath yon copses stood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor seldom, where the beechen boughs<br> That roofless tower invade, <br>We came, while her enchanting Muse<br>The radiant moon above us held:<br>Till, by a clamorous owl compell'd,<br> She fled the solemn shade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But hark! I hear her liquid tone!<br> Now Hesper guide my feet!<br>Down the red marl with moss o'ergrown, <br>Through yon wild thicket next the plain,<br>Whose hawthorns choke the winding lane<br> Which leads to her retreat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See the green space: on either hand<br> Enlarged it spreads around:<br>See, in the midst she takes her stand,<br>Where one old oak his awful shade<br>Extends o'er half the level mead,<br> Enclosed in woods profound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark! how through many a melting note<br> She now prolongs her lays:<br>How sweetly down the void they float!<br>The breeze their magic path attends;<br>The stars shine out; the forest bends;<br> The wakeful heifers graze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whoe'er thou art whom chance may bring<br> To this sequester'd spot,<br>If then the plaintive Siren sing,<br>O softly tread beneath her bower<br>And think of Heaven's disposing power,<br> Of man's uncertain lot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O think, o'er all this mortal stage<br> What mournful scenes arise:<br>What ruin waits on kingly rage;<br>How often virtue dwells with woe;<br>How many griefs from knowledge flow;<br> How swiftly pleasure flies!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O sacred bird! let me at eve,<br> Thus wandering all alone,<br>Thy tender counsel oft receive,<br>Bear witness to thy pensive airs,<br>And pity Nature's common cares,<br> Till I forget my own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mark+Akenside">Mark Akenside</a><div class=q>
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 With young Endymion stays;
And now to Hesper it is given
Awhile to rule the vacant sky,
Till she shall to her lamp supply
 A stream of brighter rays.

Propitious send thy golden ray,
 Thou purest light above!..."></div>
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