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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455642" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pastoral Stanzas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHEN AURORA'S soft blushes o'erspread the blue hill,<br>And the mist dies away at the glances of morn;<br>When the birds join the music that floats on the rill,<br>And the beauties of spring the young woodlands adorn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To breathe the pure air and enliven my soul,<br>I bound from my cottage exulting and gay;<br>No care to molest me, no pow'r to controul,<br>I sport with my lambkins, as thoughtless as they. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, the bright tear of pity bedews my fond eyes,<br>When I think that for MAN the dear victims must fall,<br>While nature such stores of provision supplies,<br>And the bounties of Heaven are common to all. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! tell me, Reflection, why custom decreed<br>That the sweet feather'd songsters so slaughter'd should be?<br>For the board of the rich the poor minstrels may bleed,<br>But the fruits of the field are sufficient for me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I view the proud palace, so pompously gay,<br>Whose high gilded turrets peep over the trees;<br>I pity its greatness and mournfully say,<br>Can mortals delight in such trifles as these! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can a pillow of down sooth the woe-stricken mind,<br>Can the sweets of Arabia calm sickness and pain;<br>Can fetters of gold Love's true votaries bind,<br>Or the gems of Peru Time's light pinions restrain? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can those limbs which bow down beneath sorrow and age,<br>From the floss of the silk-worm fresh vigour receive;<br>Can the pomp of the proud, death's grim tyrant assuage,<br>Can it teach you to die, or instruct you to live? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, no! then sweet PEACE, lovely offspring of Heav'n,<br>Come dwell in my cottage, thy handmaid I'll be;<br>Thus my youth shall pass on, unmolested and even,<br>And the winter of age be enliven'd by thee!</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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