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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Nightingale</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..."></div>
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