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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455632" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode to Health</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, bright-eyed maid, <br>Pure offspring of the tranquil mind,<br>Haste, my fev'rish temples bind<br>With olive wreaths of em'rald hue<br>Steep'd in morn's ethereal dew, <br>Where in mild HELVETIA's shade, <br>Blushing summer round her flings<br>Warm gales and sunny show'rs that hang upon her wings. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll seek thee in ITALIA's bow'rs, <br>Where supine on beds of flow'rs<br>Melody's soul-touching throng<br>Strike the soft lute or trill the melting song: <br>Where blithe FANCY, queen of pleasure,<br>Pours each rich luxuriant treasure. <br>For thee I'll climb the breezy hill, <br>While the balmy dews distill <br>Odours from the budding thorn, <br>Drop'd from the lust'rous lids of morn; <br>Who, starting from her shad'wy bed, <br>Binds her gold fillet round the mountain's head. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There I'll press from herbs and flow'rs<br>Juices bless'd with opiate pow'rs, <br>Whose magic potency can heal<br>The throb of agonizing pain, <br>And thro' the purple swelling vein<br>With subtle influence steal: <br>Heav'n opes for thee its aromatic store<br>To bathe each languid gasping pore;<br>But where, O where, shall cherish'd sorrow find<br>The lenient balm to soothe the feeling mind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, mem'ry! busy barb'rous foe, <br>At thy fell touch I wake to woe: <br>Alas! the flatt'ring dream is o'er, <br>From thee the bright illusions fly, <br>Thou bidst the glitt'ring phantoms die, <br>And hope, and youth, and fancy, charm no more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more for me the tip-toe SPRING<br>Drops flowrets from her infant wing; <br>For me in vain the wild thymes bloom<br>Thro' the forest flings perfume; <br>In vain I climb th'embroider'd hill <br>To breathe the clear autumnal air; <br>In vain I quaff the lucid rill <br>Since jocund HEALTH delights not there<br>To greet my heart:no more I view, <br>With sparkling eye, the silv'ry dew <br>Sprinkling May's tears upon the folded rose, <br>As low it droops its young and blushing head, <br>Press'd by grey twilight to its mossy bed: <br>No more I lave amidst the tide, <br>Or bound along the tufted grove, <br>Or o'er enamel'd meadows rove, <br>Where, on Zephyr's pinions, glide<br>Salubrious airs that waft the nymph repose. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lightly o'er the yellow heath<br>Steals thy soft and fragrant breath,<br>Breath inhal'd from musky flow'rs<br>Newly bath'd in perfum'd show'rs. <br>See the rosy-finger'd morn<br>Opes her bright refulgent eye, <br>Hills and valleys to adorn, <br>While from her burning glance the scatter'd vapours fly. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon, ah soon! the painted scene,<br>The hill's blue top, the valley's green, <br>Midst clouds of snow, and whirlwinds drear, <br>Shall cold and comfortless appear: <br>The howling blast shall strip the plain, <br>And bid my pensive bosom learn, <br>Tho' NATURE's face shall smile again, <br>And, on the glowing breast of Spring<br>Creation all her gems shall fling, <br>YOUTH's April morn shall ne'er return. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then come, Oh quickly come, Hygeian Maid! <br>Each throbbing pulse, each quiv'ring nerve pervade. <br>Flash thy bright fires across my languid eye, <br>Tint my pale visage with thy roseate die, <br>Bid my heart's current own a temp'rate glow, <br>And from its crimson source in tepid channels flow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O HEALTH, celestial Nymph! without thy aid<br>Creation sickens in oblivions shade: <br>Along the drear and solitary gloom<br>We steal on thorny footsteps to the tomb; <br>Youth, age, wealth, poverty alike agree <br>To live is anguish, when depriv'd of Thee. <br>To THEE indulgent Heav'n benignly gave<br>The touch to heal, the extacy to save. <br>The balmy incense of thy fost'ring breath<br>Wafts the wan victim from the fangs of Death, <br>Robs the grim Tyrant of his trembling prize, <br>Cheers the faint soul, and lifts it to the skies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let not the gentle rose thy bounty drest <br>To meet the rising son with od'rous breast, <br>Which glow'd with artless tints at noon-tide hour, <br>And shed soft tears upon each drooping flower, <br>With with'ring anguish mourn the parting Day, <br>Shrink to the Earth, and sorrowing fade away.</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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Pure offspring of the tranquil mind,
Haste, my fev'rish temples bind
With olive wreaths of em'rald hue
Steep'd in morn's ethereal dew, 
Where in mild HELVETIA's shade, 
Blushing summer round her flings
Warm gales and sunny..."></div>
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