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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499110" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Verses Occasioned By The Right Honourable The Lady Viscountess Tyrconnel's Recovery At Bath</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where Thames with pride beholds Augusta's charms,<br>And either India pours into her arms;<br>Where Liberty bids honest arts abound,<br>And pleasures dance in one eternal round;<br>High-thron'd appears the laughter-loving dame,<br>Goddess of mirth, Euphrosynè her name.<br>Her smile more chearful than a vernal morn;<br>All life! all bloom! of Youth and Fancy born.<br>Touch'd into joy, what hearts to her submit!<br>She looks her Sire, and speaks her Mother's wit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O'er the gay world the sweet inspirer reigns;<br>Spleen flies, and Elegance her pomp sustains.<br>Thee, goddess! thee! the fair and young obey;<br>Wealth, Wit, Love, Music, all confess thy sway.<br>In the blake wild even Want by thee is bless'd,<br>And pamper'd Pride without thee pines for rest,<br>The rich grow richer, while in thee they find<br>The matchless treasure of a smiling mind.<br>Science by thee flows soft in social ease,<br>And Virtue, loosing rigour, learns to please.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The goddess summons each illustrious name,<br>Bids the gay talk, and forms th' amusive game.<br>She, whose fair throne is fix'd in human souls,<br>From joy to joy her eye delighted rolls.<br>But where (she cry'd) is she, my fav'rite! she,<br>Of all my race, the dearest far to me!<br>Whose life's the life of each refin'd delight?<br>She said-But no Tyrconnel glads her fight.<br>Swift sunk her laughing eyes in languid fear;<br>Swift rose the swelling sigh, and trembling tear.<br>In kind, low murmurs all the loss deplore;<br>Tyrconnel droops, and pleasure is no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The goddess, silent, paus'd in museful air;<br>But Mirth, like Virtue, cannot long despair.<br>Celestial-hinted thoughts gay hope inspir'd,<br>Smiling she rose, and all with hope were fir'd.<br>Where Bath's ascending turrets meet her eyes;<br>Straight wafted on the tepid breeze she flies,<br>She flies, her eldest sister Health to find;<br>She finds her on the mountain-brow reclin'd.<br>Around her birds in earliest consort sing;<br>Her cheek the semblance of the kindling spring;<br>Fresh-tinctur'd, like a summer-evening sky,<br>And a mild sun sits smiling in her eye.<br>Loose to the wind her verdant vestments flow;<br>Her limbs yet-recent from the springs below;<br>There oft she bathes, then peaceful sits secure,<br>Where every gale is fragrant, fresh, and pure;<br>Where flow'rs and herbs their cordial odours blend,<br>And all their balmy virtues fast ascend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Hail, sister, hail! (the kindred goddess cries)<br>No common suppliant stands before your eyes.<br>You, with whose living breath the morn is fraught,<br>Flush the fair cheek, and point the chearful thought!<br>Strength, vigour, wit, depriv'd of thee, decline!<br>Each finer sense, that forms delight, is thine!<br>Bright suns by thee diffuse a brighter blaze,<br>And the fresh green a fresher green displays!<br>Without thee pleasures die, or dully cloy,<br>And life with thee, howe'er depress'd, is joy.<br>Such thy vast pow'r;-(the Deity replies)<br>Mirth never asks a boon, which health denies.<br>Our mingled gifts transcend imperial wealth;<br>Health strengthens Mirth, and Mirth inspirits Health.<br>These gales, yon springs, herbs, flow'rs, and sun are mine;<br>Thine is their smile! be all their influence thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Euphrosynè rejoins-Thy friendship prove!<br>See the dear, sickening object of my love!<br>Shall that warm heart, so chearful ev'n in pain,<br>So form'd to please, unpleas'd itself remain?<br>Sister, in her my smile anew display,<br>And all the social world shall bless thy sway.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Swift, as she speaks, Health spreads the purple wing<br>Soars in the colour'd clouds, and sheds the spring:<br>Now bland and sweet she floats along in air<br>Air feels, and soft'ning owns th' ethereal fair!<br>In still descent she melts on opening flow'rs,<br>And deep impregnates plants with genial show'rs,<br>The genial showers, new-rising to the ray,<br>Exhale in roseate clouds, and glad the day.<br>Now in a zephyr's borrow'd voice she sings,<br>Sweeps the fresh dews, and shakes them from her wings,<br>Shakes them embalm'd; or, in a gentle kiss,<br>Breathes the sure earnest of awaking bliss.<br>Saphira feels it with a soft surprise,<br>Glide thro' her veins, and quicken in her eyes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Instant in her own form the goddess glows,<br>Where, bubbling warm, the mineral water flows;<br>Then plunging, to the flood new virtue gives;<br>Steeps ev'ry charm; and as she bathes, it lives!<br>As from her locks she sheds the vital show'r,<br>'Tis done! (she cries) these springs possess my pow'r!<br>Let these immediate to thy darling roll<br>Health, vigour, life, and gay-returning soul.<br>Thou smil'st, Euphrosynè; and conscious see,<br>Prompt to thy smile, how Nature joys with thee.<br>All is green life! all beauty rosy-bright;<br>Full Harmony, young Love, and dear Delight!<br>See vernal Hours lead circling joys along!<br>All sun, all bloom, all fragrance, and all song!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Receive thy care! Now Mirth and Health combine.<br>Each heart shall gladden, and each virtue shine.<br>Quick to Augusta bear the prize away;<br>There let her smile, and bid a world be gay.</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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