Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508118" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Contemplation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faint gleams the evening radiance thro' the sky,<br> The sober twilight dimly darkens round;<br>In short quick circles the shrill bat flits by,<br> And the slow vapour curls along the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the pleas'd eye from yon lone cottage sees<br> On the green mead the smoke long-shadowing play;<br> The Red-breast on the blossom'd spray<br> Warbles wild her latest lay,<br>And sleeps along the dale the silent breeze.<br>Calm CONTEMPLATION,'tis thy favorite hour!<br>Come fill my bosom, tranquillizing Power.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meek Power! I view thee on the calmy shore<br> When Ocean stills his waves to rest;<br> Or when slow-moving on the surge's hoar<br> Meet with deep hollow roar<br> And whiten o'er his breast;<br> For lo! the Moon with softer radiance gleams,<br> And lovelier heave the billows in her beams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> When the low gales of evening moan along,<br> I love with thee to feel the calm cool breeze,<br> And roam the pathless forest wilds among,<br> Listening the mellow murmur of the trees<br> Full-foliaged as they lift their arms on high<br>And wave their shadowy heads in wildest melody.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or lead me where amid the tranquil vale<br> The broken stream flows on in silver light,<br>And I will linger where the gale<br> O'er the bank of violets sighs,<br>Listening to hear its soften'd sounds arise;<br> And hearken the dull beetle's drowsy flight,<br> And watch the horn-eyed snail<br> Creep o'er his long moon-glittering trail,<br> And mark where radiant thro' the night<br>Moves in the grass-green hedge the glow-worms living light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thee meekest Power! I love to meet,<br> As oft with even solitary pace<br> The scatter'd Abbeys hallowed rounds I trace<br>And listen to the echoings of my feet.<br> Or on the half demolished tomb,<br> Whole warning texts anticipate my doom:<br> Mark the clear orb of night<br>Cast thro' the storying glass a faintly-varied light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor will I not in some more gloomy hour<br>Invoke with fearless awe thine holier power,<br>Wandering beneath the sainted pile<br>When the blast moans along the darksome aisle,<br>And clattering patters all around<br>The midnight shower with dreary sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But sweeter 'tis to wander wild<br> By melancholy dreams beguil'd,<br> While the summer moon's pale ray<br> Faintly guides me on my way<br> To the lone romantic glen<br> Far from all the haunts of men,<br> Where no noise of uproar rude<br> Breaks the calm of solitude.<br> But soothing Silence sleeps in all<br> Save the neighbouring waterfall,<br> Whose hoarse waters falling near<br> Load with hollow sounds the ear,<br> And with down-dasht torrent white<br> Gleam hoary thro' the shades of night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus wandering silent on and slow<br>I'll nurse Reflection's sacred woe,<br>And muse upon the perish'd day<br>When Hope would weave her visions gay,<br>Ere FANCY chill'd by adverse fate<br>Left sad REALITY my mate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O CONTEMPLATION! when to Memory's eyes<br>The visions of the long-past days arise,<br>Thy holy power imparts the best relief,<br>And the calm'd Spirit loves the joy of grief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Southey">Robert Southey</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=508118" data-title="To Contemplation de Robert Southey" data-description="Faint gleams the evening radiance thro' the sky,
 The sober twilight dimly darkens round;
In short quick circles the shrill bat flits by,
 And the slow vapour curls along the ground.

Now the pleas'd eye from yon lone cottage sees
 On the green me..."></div>
</div>
</div>