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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530111" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Anacreontick II</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Spring came on with fresh Delight,<br>To cheer the Soul, and charm the Sight,<br>While easy Breezes, softer Rain,<br>And warmer Suns salute the Plain;<br>'Twas then, in yonder Piny Grove,<br>That Nature went to meet with Love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Green was her Robe, and green her Wreath,<br>Where-e'er she trod, 'twas green beneath;<br>Where-e'er she turn'd, the Pulses beat<br>With new recruits of Genial Heat;<br>And in her Train the Birds appear,<br>To match for all the coming Year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rais'd on a Bank, where Daizys grew,<br>And Vi'lets intermix'd a Blew,<br>She finds the Boy she went to find;<br>A thousand Pleasures wait behind,<br>Aside, a thousand Arrows lye,<br>But all unfeather'd wait to fly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When they met, the Dame and Boy,<br>Dancing Graces, idle Joy,<br>Wanton Smiles, and airy Play,<br>Conspir'd to make the Scene be gay;<br>Love pair'd the Birds through all the Grove,<br>And Nature bid them sing to Love, <br>Sitting, hopping, flutt'ring, sing,<br>And pay their Tribute from the Wing,<br>To fledge the Shafts that idly lye,<br>And yet unfeather'd wait to fly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis thus, when Spring renews the Blood,<br>They meet in ev'ry trembling Wood,<br>And thrice they make the Plumes agree,<br>And ev'ry Dart they mount with three,<br>And ev'ry Dart can boast a Kind,<br>Which suits each proper turn of Mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the tow'ring Eagle's Plume<br>The Gen'rous Hearts accept their Doom;<br>Shot by the Peacock's painted Eye<br>The vain and airy Lovers dye:<br>For careful Dames and frugal Men,<br>The Shafts are speckled by the Hen.<br>The Pyes and Parrots deck the Darts,<br>When Prattling wins the panting Hearts:<br>When from the Voice the Passions spring,<br>The warbling Finch affords a Wing:<br>Together, by the Sparrow stung,<br>Down fall the wanton and the young:<br>And fledg'd by Geese the Weapons fly,<br>When others love they know not why.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All this (as late I chanc'd to rove)<br>I learn'd in yonder waving Grove.<br>And see, says Love, (who call'd me near)<br>How much I deal with Nature here,<br>How both support a proper Part,<br>She gives the Feather, I the Dart:<br>Then cease for Souls averse to sigh,<br>If Nature cross ye, so do I;<br>My Weapon there unfeather'd flies,<br>And shakes and shuffles through the Skies.<br>But if the mutual Charms I find<br>By which she links you, Mind to Mind,<br>They wing my Shafts, I poize the Darts,<br>And strike from both, through both your Hearts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Parnell">Thomas Parnell</a><div class=q>
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To cheer the Soul, and charm the Sight,
While easy Breezes, softer Rain,
And warmer Suns salute the Plain;
'Twas then, in yonder Piny Grove,
That Nature went to meet with Love.

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