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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455624" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Morning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'ER fallow plains and fertile meads,<br>AURORA lifts the torch of day;<br>The shad'wy brow of Night recedes,<br>Cold dew-drops fall from every spray;<br>Now o'er the thistle's rugged head,<br>Thin veils of filmy vapour fly,<br>On ev'ry violet's perfum'd bed<br>The sparkling gems of Nature lie. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hill's tall brow is crown'd with gold,<br>The Milk-maid trills her jocund lay,<br>The Shepherd-boy unpens his fold,<br>The Lambs along the meadows play;<br>The pilf'ring LARK, with speckled breast,<br>From the ripe sheaf's rich banquet flies;<br>And lifting high his plumy crest,<br>Soars the proud tenant of the skies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The PEASANT steals with timid feet,<br>And gently taps the cottage door;<br>Or on the green sod takes his seat,<br>And chaunts some well-known ditty o'er;<br>Wak'd by the strain, the blushing MAID,<br>Unpractis'd in Love's mazy wiles, <br>In clean, but homely garb array'd,<br>From the small casement peepsand smiles. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Proud CHANTICLEER unfolds his wing,<br>And flutt'ring struts in plumage gay;<br>The glades with vocal echoes ring,<br>Soft odours deck the hawthorn spray;<br>The SCHOOL-BOY saunters o'er the green,<br>With satchel, fill'd with Learning's store;<br>While with dejected, sullen mien,<br>He cons his tedious lesson o'er. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When WINTER spreads her banner chill,<br>And sweeps the vale with freezing pow'r;<br>And binds in spells the vagrant rill,<br>And shrivels ev'ry ling'ring flow'r;<br>When NATURE quits her verdant dress,<br>And drops to earth her icy tears;<br>E'EN THEN thy tardy glance can bless,<br>And soft thy weeping eye appears. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then at the Horn's enliv'ning peal,<br>Keen Sportsmen for the chase prepare;<br>Thro' the young Copse shrill echoes steal,<br>Swift flies the tim'rous, panting hare;<br>From ev'ry straw-thatch'd cottage soars<br>Blue curling smoke in many a cloud;<br>Around the Barn's expanded doors,<br>The feather'd throng impatient crowd. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such are thy charms! health-breathing scene!<br>Where Nature's children revel gay; <br>Where Plenty smiles with radiant mien,<br>And Labour crowns the circling day;<br>Where Peace, in conscious Virtue blest,<br>Invites the Heart to joy supreme;<br>While polish'd Splendour pants for rest<br>And pines in Fashion's fev'rish dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Darby+Robinson">Mary Darby Robinson</a><div class=q>
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AURORA lifts the torch of day;
The shad'wy brow of Night recedes,
Cold dew-drops fall from every spray;
Now o'er the thistle's rugged head,
Thin veils of filmy vapour fly,
On ev'ry violet's perfum'd bed
The sp..."></div>
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