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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530129" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Health, An Eclogue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now early Shepherds o'er the Meadow pass,<br>And print long Foot-steps in the glittering Grass;<br>The Cows neglectful of their Pasture stand,<br>By turns obsequious to the Milker's Hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Damon softly trod the shaven Lawn,<br>Damon a Youth from City Cares withdrawn;<br>Long was the pleasing Walk he wander'd thro',<br>A cover'd Arbour clos'd the distant view;<br>There rests the Youth, and while the feather'd Throng<br>Raise their wild Musick, thus contrives a Song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here wafted o'er by mild Etesian Air,<br>Thou Country Goddess, beauteous Health! repair;<br>Here let my Breast thro' quiv'ring Trees inhale<br>Thy rosy Blessings with the Morning Gale.<br>What are the Fields, or Flow'rs, or all I see?<br>Ah! tastless all, if not enjoy'd with thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joy to my Soul! I feel the Goddess nigh,<br>The Face of Nature cheers as well as I;<br>O'er the flat Green refreshing Breezes run,<br>The smiling Dazies blow beneath the Sun,<br>The Brooks run purling down with silver Waves,<br>The planted Lanes rejoice with dancing Leaves,<br>The chirping Birds from all the Compass rove<br>To tempt the tuneful Echoes of the Grove:<br>High sunny Summits, deeply shaded Dales,<br>Thick Mossy Banks, and flow'ry winding Vales,<br>With various Prospect gratify the Sight,<br>And scatter fix'd Attention in Delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, Country Goddess, come, nor thou suffice,<br>But bring thy Mountain-Sister, Exercise.<br>Call'd by thy lively Voice, she turns her Pace,<br>Her winding Horn proclaims the finish'd Chace;<br>She mounts the Rocks, she skims the level Plain,<br>Dogs, Hawks, and Horses, crowd her early Train;<br>Her hardy Face repels the tanning Wind,<br>And Lines and Meshes loosely float behind. <br>All these as Means of Toil the Feeble see,<br>But these are helps to Pleasure join'd with thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let Sloth lye softning 'till high Noon in Down,<br>Or lolling fan her in the sult'ry Town,<br>Unnerv'd with Rest; and turn her own Disease,<br>Or foster others in luxurious Ease:<br>I mount the Courser, call the deep mouth'd Hounds,<br>The Fox unkennell'd flies to covert Grounds;<br>I lead where Stags thro' tangled Thickets tread,<br>And shake the Saplings with their branching Head;<br>I make the Faulcons wing their airy Way,<br>And soar to seize, or stooping strike their Prey;<br>To snare the Fish I fix the luring Bait;<br>To wound the Fowl I load the Gun with Fate.<br>'Tis thus thro' change of Exercise I range,<br>And Strength and Pleasure rise from ev'ry Change.<br>Here beautious Health for all the Year remain,<br>When the next comes, I'll charm thee thus again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh come, thou Goddess of my rural Song,<br>And bring thy Daughter, calm Content, along,<br>Dame of the ruddy Cheek and laughing Eye,<br>From whose bright Presence Clouds of Sorrow fly:<br>For her I mow my Walks, I platt my Bow'rs,<br>Clip my low Hedges, and support my Flow'rs;<br>To welcome her, this Summer Seat I drest,<br>And here I court her when she comes to Rest;<br>When she from Exercise to learned Ease<br>Shall change again, and teach the Change to please.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Friends conversing my soft Hours refine,<br>And Tully's Tusculum revives in mine:<br>Now to grave Books I bid the Mind retreat,<br>And such as make me rather Good than Great.<br>Or o'er the Works of easy Fancy rove,<br>Where Flutes and Innocence amuse the Grove:<br>The native Bard that on Sicilian Plains<br>First sung the lowly Manners of the Swains;<br>Or Maro's Muse, that in the fairest Light<br>Paints rural Prospects and the Charms of Sight;<br>These soft Amusements bring Content along,<br>And Fancy, void of Sorrow, turns to Song. <br>Here beauteous Health for all the Year remain,<br>When the next comes, I'll charm thee thus again.</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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And print long Foot-steps in the glittering Grass;
The Cows neglectful of their Pasture stand,
By turns obsequious to the Milker's Hand.

When Damon softly trod the shaven Lawn,
Damon a Youth from City Car..."></div>
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