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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499108" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto IV</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still o'er my mind wild Fancy holds her sway,<br>Still on strange visionary land I stray.<br>Now scenes crowd thick! now indistinct appear!<br>Swift glide the months, and turn the varying year!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Near the Bull's horn light's rising monarch draws;<br>Now on its back the Pleiades he thaws<br>From vernal heat pale winter forc'd to fly,<br>Northward retires, yet turns a wat'ry eye:<br>Then with an aguish breath nips infant blooms,<br>Deprives unfolding spring of rich perfumes,<br>Shakes the slow-circling blood of human race,<br>And in sharp, livid looks contracts the face.<br>Now o'er Norwegian hills he strides away:<br>Such slipp'ry paths Ambition's steps betray.<br>Turning, with sighs, far spiral firs he sees,<br>Which bow obedient to the southern breeze.<br>Now from yon Zemblan rock his crest he shrouds,<br>Like Fame's, obscur'd amid the whitening clouds;<br>Thence his lost empire is with tears deplor'd:<br>Such tyrants shed o'er liberty restor'd.<br>Beneath his eye (that throws malignant light<br>Ten times the measur'd round of mortal sight)<br>A waste, pale-glimm'ring, like a moon, that wanes<br>A wild expanse of frozen sea contains.<br>It cracks! vast floating mountains beat the shore;<br>Far off he hears those icy ruins roar,<br>And from the hideous crash distracted flies,<br>Like one who feels his dying infant's cries.<br>Near, and more near the rushing torrents sound,<br>And one great rift runs thro' the vast profound,<br>Swift as a shooting meteor; groaning loud,<br>Like deep-roll'd thunder thro' a rending cloud.<br>The late-dark Pole now feels unsetting day;<br>In hurricanes of wrath he whirls his way;<br>O'er many a polar Alp to Frost he goes,<br>O'er crackling vales, embrown'd with melting snows;<br>Here bears stalk tenants of the barren space,<br>Few men! unsocial those!-a barb'rous race!<br>At length the cave appears! the race is run:<br>Now he recounts vast conquests lost, and won,<br>And taleful in th' embrace of Frost remains,<br>Barr'd from our climes, and bound in icy chains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Meanwhile the sun his beams on Cancer throws,<br>Which now beneath his warmest influence glows.<br>From glowing Cancer fall'n, the King of day,<br>Red thro' the kindling Lion shoots his ray.<br>The tawny harvest pays the earlier plough,<br>And mellowing fruitage loads the bending bough.<br>'Tis day-spring. Now green lab'rinths I frequent,<br>Where Wisdom oft retires to meet Content.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The mounting lark her warbling anthem lends,<br>From note to note the ravish'd soul ascends;<br>As thus it would the patriarch's ladder climb,<br>By some good angel led to worlds sublime:<br>Oft (legends say) the snake, with waken'd ire,<br>Like Envy rears in many a scaly spire;<br>Then songsters droop, then yield their vital gore,<br>And innocence and music are no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Mild rides the morn in orient beauty drest,<br>An azure mantle, and a purple vest,<br>Which, blown by gales, her gemmy feet display,<br>Her amber tresses negligently gay.<br>Collected now her rosy hand they fill,<br>And, gently wrung, the pearly dew distil.<br>The songful zephyrs, and the laughing hours,<br>Breathe sweet; and strew her op'ning way with flow'rs</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The chatt'ring swallows leave their nested care,<br>Each promising return with plenteous fare.<br>So the fond swain, who to the market hies,<br>Stills, with big hopes, his infant's tender cries.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Yonder two turtles, o'er their callow brood,<br>Hang hov'ring, ere they seek their guiltless food.<br>Fondly they bill. Now to their morning care,<br>Like our first parents, part the am'rous pair:<br>But ah!-a pair no more!-With spreading wings,<br>From the high-sounding cliff a vulture springs;<br>Steady he sails along th' aerial grey,<br>Swoops down, and bears yon tim'rous dove away.<br>Start we, who worse than vultures, Nimrods find,<br>Men meditating prey on human-kind?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Wild beasts to gloomy dens repace their way,<br>Where their couch'd young demand the slaughter'd prey.<br>Rooks, from their nodding nests, black-swarming fly,<br>And, in hoarse uproar, tell the fowler nigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Now, in his tabernacle rous'd, the sun<br>Is warn'd the blue etherial steep to run;<br>While on his couch of floating jasper laid,<br>From his bright eye Sleep calls the dewy shade.<br>The crystal dome transparent pillars raise,<br>Whence, beam'd from saphires, living azure plays;<br>The liquid floor, in-wrought with pearls divine,<br>Where all his labours in mosaic shine.<br>His coronet, a cloud of silver-white:<br>His robe with unconsuming crimson bright,<br>Varied with gems, all heaven's collected store!<br>While his loose locks descend, a golden show'r.<br>If to his steps compar'd, we tardy find<br>The Grecian racers, who out-strip the wind,<br>Fleet to the glowing race behold him start!<br>His quick'ning eyes a quiv'ring radiance dart,<br>And, while this last nocturnal flag is furl'd,<br>Swift into life and motion look the world.<br>The sun-flow'r now averts her blooming cheek<br>From west, to view his eastern lustre break.<br>What gay, creative pow'r his presence brings?<br>Hills, lawns, lakes, villages!-the face of things,<br>All night beneath successive shadows miss'd,<br>Instant begins in colours to exist:<br>But absent these from sons of riot keep,<br>Lost in impure, unmeditating sleep.<br>T'unlock his fence, the new-ris'n swain prepares,<br>And ere forth-driv'n recounts his fleecy cares;<br>When, lo! an ambush'd wolf, with hunger bold,<br>Springs at the prey, and fierce invades the fold!<br>But by the pastor not in vain defy'd,<br>Like our arch-foe by some celestial guide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Spread on yon rock the sea-calf I survey:<br>Bask'd in the sun, his skin reflects the day.<br>He sees yon tow'r-like ship the waves divide,<br>And slips again beneath the glassy tide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The wat'ry herbs, and shrubs, and vines, and flow'rs,<br>Rear their bent heads, o'ercharg'd with nightly show'rs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Hail, glorious sun! to whose attractive fires,<br>The waken'd, vegetative life aspires!<br>The juices, wrought by thy directive force,<br>Thro' plants and trees perform their genial course,<br>Extend in root, with bark unyielding bind<br>The hearted trunk; or weave the branching rind;<br>Expand in leaves, in flow'ry blossoms shoot,<br>Bleed in rich gums, and swell in ripen'd fruit.<br>From thee, bright, universal Pow'r! began<br>Instinct in brute, and gen'rous love in man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Talk'd I of love?-Yon swain, with am'rous air,<br>Soft swells his pipe, to charm the rural fair.<br>She milks the flocks, then, list'ning as he plays,<br>Steals, in the running brook, a conscious gaze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The trout, that deep, in winter, ooz'd remains,<br>Up-springs, and sunward turns its crimson stains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The tenants of the warren, vainly chas'd;<br>Now lur'd to ambient fields for green repast,<br>Seek their small, vaulted labyrinths in vain;<br>Entangling nets betray the skipping train;<br>Red massacres thro' their republic fly,<br>And heaps on heaps by ruthless spaniels die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The fisher, who the lonely beech has stray'd,<br>And all the live-long night his net-work spread,<br>Drags in, and bears the loaded snare away;<br>Where flounce, deceiv'd, th' expiring finny prey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Near Neptune's temple, (Neptune's now no more,)<br>Whose statue plants a trident on the shore,<br>In sportive rings the gen'rous dolphins wind,<br>And eye, and think the image human kind:<br>Dear, pleasing friendship!-See! the pile commands<br>The vale, and grim as Superstition stands!<br>Time's hand there, leaves its print of mossy green,<br>With hollows, carv'd for snakes, and birds obscene.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O, Gibbs, whose art the solemn fane can raise,<br>Where God delights to dwell, and man to praise;<br>When moulder'd thus the column falls away,<br>Like some great prince majestic in decay;<br>When Ignorance and Scorn the ground shall tread,<br>Where Wisdom tutor'd, and Devotion pray'd;<br>Where shall thy pompous work our wonder claim?<br>What, but the Muse alone, preserve thy name?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The sun shines broken thro' yon arch that rears<br>This once-round fabric, half-depriv'd by years,<br>Which rose a stately colonnade, and crown'd<br>Encircling pillars, now unfaithful found;<br>In fragments, these the fall of those forbode,<br>Which, nodding, just up-heave their crumbling load.<br>High, on yon column, which has batter'd stood,<br>Like some stripp'd oak, the grandeur of the wood,<br>The stork inhabits her aërial nest;<br>By her are liberty and peace carest;<br>She flies the realms that own despotic kings,<br>And only spreads o'er free-born states her wings.<br>The roof is now the daw's, or raven's haunt,<br>And loathsome toads in the dark entrance pant;<br>Or snakes, that lurk to snap the heedless fly,<br>And fated bird, that oft comes flutt'ring by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>An aqueduct across yon vale is laid,<br>Its channel thro' a ruin'd arch betray'd;<br>Whirl'd down a steep it flies with torrent-force,<br>Flashes, and roars, and plows a devious course.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Attracted mists a golden cloud commence,<br>While thro' high-colour'd air strike rays intense.<br>Betwixt two points, which yon steep mountains show,<br>Lies a mild bay, to which kind breezes flow.<br>Beneath a grotto, arch'd for calm retreat,<br>Leads length'ning in the rock-Be this my seat.<br>Heat never enters here; but coolness reigns<br>O'er zephyrs, and distilling, wat'ry veins.<br>Secluded now I trace th' instructive page,<br>And live o'er scenes of many a backward age;<br>Thro' days, months, years, thro' time's whole course I run,<br>And present stand where time itself begun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ye mighty Dead, of just, distinguish'd fame,<br>Your thoughts, (ye bright instructors!) here I claim.<br>Here ancient knowledge opens nature's springs;<br>Here truths historic give the hearts of kings;<br>Hence Contemplation learns white hours to find,<br>And labours virtue on th' attentive mind:<br>O lov'd retreat! thy joys content bestow,<br>Nor guilt nor shame, nor sharp repentance know.<br>What the fifth Charles long aim'd in power to see,<br>That happiness he found reserv'd in thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Now let me change the page-Here Tully weeps,<br>While in death's icy arms his Tullia sleeps,<br>His daughter dear!-Retir'd I see him mourn,<br>By all the frenzy now of anguish torn.<br>Wild his complaint! Nor sweeter sorrows strains,<br>When Singer for Alexis lost complains.<br>Each friend condoles, expostulates, reproves;<br>More than a father raving Tully loves;<br>Or Sallust censures thus!-Unheeding blame,<br>He schemes a temple to his Tullia's name.<br>Thus o'er my Hermit once did grief prevail,<br>Thus rose Olympia's tomb, his moving tale,<br>The sighs, tears, frantic starts, that banish rest,<br>And all the bursting sorrows of his breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But hark! a sudden pow'r attunes the air!<br>Th' inchanting sound enamour'd breezes bear;<br>Now low, now high, they sink, or lift the song,<br>Which the cave echoes sweet, and sweet the creeks prolong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I listen'd, gaz'd, when, wond'rous to behold!<br>From ocean steam'd a vapour gath'ring roll'd:<br>A blue, round spot on the mid-roof it came,<br>Spread broad, and redden'd into dazzling flame.<br>Full-orb'd it shone, and dimm'd the swimming sight,<br>While doubling objects danc'd with darkling light.<br>Amaz'd I stood!-amaz'd I still remain!<br>What earthly pow'r this wonder can explain;<br>Gradual, at length, the lustre dies away:<br>My eyes restor'd, a mortal form survey.<br>My Hermit-friend! 'Tis he.-All hail (he cries)<br>I see, and would alleviate, thy surprize.<br>The vanish'd meteor, was heaven's message meant,<br>To warn thee hence: I know the high intent.<br>Hear then! in this sequester'd cave retir'd,<br>Departed saints converse with men inspir'd.<br>'Tis sacred ground; nor can thy mind endure,<br>Yet unprepar'd, an intercourse so pure.<br>Quick let us hence-And now extend thy views<br>O'er yonder lawn; there find the heav'n-born Muse!<br>Or seek her, where she trusts her tuneful tale<br>To the mid, silent wood, or vocal vale;<br>Where trees half check the light with trembling shades,<br>Close in deep glooms, or open clear in glades;<br>Or where surrounding vistas far descend,<br>The landscape varied at each less'ning end!<br>She, only she can mortal thought refine,<br>And raise thy voice to visitants divine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Savage">Richard Savage</a><div class=q>
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Still on strange visionary land I stray.
Now scenes crowd thick! now indistinct appear!
Swift glide the months, and turn the varying year!


Near the Bull's horn light's rising monarch draws;
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