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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512817" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Songs of the Pixies</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Whom the untaught Shepherds call<br>Pixies in their madrigal,<br>Fancy's children, here we dwell:<br>Welcome, Ladies! to our cell.<br>Here the wren of softest note<br>Builds its nest and warbles well;<br>Here the blackbird strains his throat;<br>Welcome, Ladies! to our cell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>When fades the moon to shadowy-pale,<br>And scuds the cloud before the gale,<br>Ere the Morn, all gem-bedight,<br>Hath streak'd the East with rosy light,<br>We sip the furze-flower's fragrant dews<br>Clad in robes of rainbow hues:<br>Or sport amid the shooting gleams<br>To the tune of distant-tinkling teams,<br>While lusty Labour scouting sorrow<br>Bids the Dame a glad good-morrow,<br>Who jogs the accustomed road along,<br>And paces cheery to her cheering song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>But not our filmy pinion<br>We scorch amid the blaze of day,<br>When Noontide's fiery-tressed minion<br>Flashes the fervid ray.<br>Aye from the sultry heat<br>We to the cave retreat<br>O'ercanopied by huge roots intertwined<br>With wildest texture, blackened o'er with age:<br>Round them their mantle green the ivies bind,<br>Beneath whose foliage pale<br>Fanned by the unfrequent gale<br>We shield us from the Tyrant's mid-day rage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>Thither, while the murmuring throng<br>Of wild-bees hum their drowsy song,<br>By Indolence and Fancy brought,<br>A youthful Bard, 'unknown to Fame',<br>Wooes the Queen of Solemn Thought,<br>And heaves the gentle misery of a sigh<br>Gazing with tearful eye,<br>As round our sandy grot appear<br>Many a rudely sculptured name<br>To pensive Memory dear!<br>Weaving gay dreams of sunny-tinctured hue<br>We glance before his view:<br>O'er his hush'd soul our soothing witcheries shed<br>And twine the future garland round his head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.<br>When Evening's dusky car<br>Crowned with her dewy star<br>Steals o'er the fading sky in shadowy flight;<br>On leaves of aspen trees<br>We tremble to the breeze<br>Veiled from the grosser ken of mortal sight.<br>Or, haply, at the visionary hour,<br>Along our wildly-bowered sequestered walk,<br>We listen to the enamoured rustic's talk;<br>Heave with the heavings of the maiden's breast,<br>Where young-eyed Loves have hid their turtle nest;<br>Or guide of soul-subduing power<br>The glance, that from the half-confessing eye<br>Darts the fond question or the soft reply.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI.<br>Or through the mystic ringlets of the vale<br>We flash our faery feet in gamesome prank;<br>Or, silent-sandal'd, pay our defter court,<br>Circling the Spirit of the Western Gale,<br>Where wearied with his flower-caressing sport,<br>Supine he slumbers on a violet bank;<br>Then with quaint music hymn the parting gleam<br>By lonely Otter's sleep-persuading stream;<br>Or where his wave with loud unquiet song<br>Dashed o'er the rocky channel froths along;<br>Or where, his silver waters smoothed to rest,<br>The tall tree's shadow sleeps upon his breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII.<br>Hence thou lingerer, Light!<br>Eve saddens into Night.<br>Mother of wildly-working dreams! we view<br>The sombre hours, that round thee stand<br>With down-cast eyes (a duteous band!)<br>Their dark robes dripping with the heavy dew.<br>Sorceress of the ebon throne!<br>Thy power the Pixies own,<br>When round thy raven brow<br>Heaven's lucent roses glow,<br>And clouds in watery colours drest<br>Float in light drapery o'er thy sable vest:<br>What time the pale moon sheds a softer day<br>Mellowing the woods beneath its pensive beam:<br>For mid the quivering light 'tis ours to play,<br>Aye dancing to the cadence of the stream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII.<br>Welcome, Ladies! to the cell<br>Where the blameless Pixies dwell:<br>But thou, sweet Nymph! proclaimed our Faery Queen,<br>With what obeisance meet<br>Thy presence shall we greet?<br>For lo! attendant on thy steps are seen<br>Graceful Ease in artless stole,<br>And white-robed Purity of soul,<br>With Honour's softer mien;<br>Mirth of the loosely-flowing hair,<br>And meek-eyed Pity eloquently fair,<br>Whose tearful cheeks are lovely to the view,<br>As snow-drop wet with dew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IX.<br>Unboastful Maid! though now the Lily pale<br>Transparent grace thy beauties meek;<br>Yet ere again along the impurpling vale,<br>The purpling vale and elfin-haunted grove,<br>Young Zephyr his fresh flowers profusely throws,<br>We'll tinge with livelier hues thy cheek;<br>And, haply, from the nectar-breathing Rose<br>Extract a Blush for Love!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Samuel+Taylor+Coleridge">Samuel Taylor Coleridge</a><div class=q>
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Whom the untaught Shepherds call
Pixies in their madrigal,
Fancy's children, here we dwell:
Welcome, Ladies! to our cell.
Here the wren of softest note
Builds its nest and warbles well;
Here the blackbird strains his throat;
Welcome, Ladies! to..."></div>
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