<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472564" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Island Hunting-Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more the summer floweret charms,<br>The leaves will soon be sere,<br>And Autumn folds his jewelled arms<br>Around the dying year;<br>So, ere the waning seasons claim<br>Our leafless groves awhile,<br>With golden wine and glowing flame<br>We ’ll crown our lonely isle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once more the merry voices sound<br>Within the antlered hall,<br>And long and loud the baying hounds<br>Return the hunter’s call;<br>And through the woods, and o’er the hill,<br>And far along the bay,<br>The driver’s horn is sounding shrill,—­<br>Up, sportsmen, and away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No bars of steel or walls of stone<br>Our little empire bound,<br>But, circling with his azure zone,<br>The sea runs foaming round;<br>The whitening wave, the purpled skies,<br>The blue and lifted shore,<br>Braid with their dim and blending dyes<br>Our wide horizon o’er.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And who will leave the grave debate<br>That shakes the smoky town,<br>To rule amid our island-state,<br>And wear our oak-leaf crown? <br>And who will be awhile content<br>To hunt our woodland game,<br>And leave the vulgar pack that scent<br>The reeking track of fame?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, who that shares in toils like these<br>Will sigh not to prolong<br>Our days beneath the broad-leaved trees,<br>Our nights of mirth and song? <br>Then leave the dust of noisy streets,<br>Ye outlaws of the wood,<br>And follow through his green retreats<br>Your noble Robin Hood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472564" data-title="The Island Hunting-Song de Oliver Wendell Holmes" data-description="No more the summer floweret charms, The leaves will soon be sere, And Autumn folds his jewelled arms Around the dying year; So, ere the waning seasons claim Our leafless groves awhile, With golden wine and glowing flame We ’ll crown our lon..."></div> </div> </div>

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