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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454962" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode XV: To The Evening-Star</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>To-night retir'd the queen of heaven<br>With young Endymion stays:<br>And now to Hesper is it 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">II.<br>O Hesper, while the starry throng<br>With awe thy path surrounds,<br>Oh listen to my suppliant song,<br>If haply now the vocal sphere<br>Can suffer thy delighted ear<br>To stoop to mortal sounds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>So may the bridegroom's genial strain<br>Thee still invoke to shine:<br>So may the bride's unmarried train<br>To Hymen chaunt their flattering vow,<br>Still that his lucky torch may glow<br>With lustre pure as thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>Far other vows must i prefer<br>To thy indulgent power.<br>Alass, but now i paid my tear<br>On fair Olympia's virgin tomb:<br>And lo, from thence, in quest i roam<br>Of Philomela's bower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.<br>Propitious send thy golden ray,<br>Thou purest light above:<br>Let no false flame seduce to stray<br>Where gulph or steep lie hid for harm:<br>But lead where music's healing charm<br>May sooth afflicted love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI.<br>To them, by many a grateful song<br>In happier seasons vow'd,<br>These lawns, Olympia's haunt, 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">VII.<br>Nor seldom, where the beachen boughs<br>That roofless tower invade,<br>We came while her inchanting 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">VIII.<br>But hark; I hear her liquid tone.<br>Now, Hesper, guide my feet<br>Down the red marle 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">IX.<br>See the green space: on either hand<br>Inlarg'd 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>Inclos'd in woods profound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">X.<br>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 gaze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XI.<br>Whoe'er thou art whom chance may bring<br>To this sequester'd spot,<br>If then the plaintive Syren sing,<br>Oh 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">XII.<br>Oh 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">XIII.<br>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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To-night retir'd the queen of heaven
With young Endymion stays:
And now to Hesper is it given
Awhile to rule the vacant sky,
Till she shall to her lamp supply
A stream of brighter rays.

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O Hesper, while the starry throng
With awe thy path s..."></div>
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