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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530182" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Satyr VI. The Spleen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hail to the sacred silence of this Grove<br>Hail to the greens below the greens above<br>Oft have I found beneath these shady trees<br>A reall in imaginary bliss<br>for they my fancy sooth she's a cheat<br>Which can agreably adorn deceit<br>some state of life she draws with pleasing art<br> brings Enchanted reason to her part<br>Reason awhile is captive by consent<br> acts from all its rigid rules unbent<br>from our own selves conceales our reall case<br>Nor shows us what may be but what may please<br>When I by these am from my self with drawn<br>I straight become what ere I think upon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now do I turn a statesman of the rate<br>that furnishes the world beside with chat<br>I many use I make a friend of none<br> if I flatter tis my prince alone <br>Mankind well versd in various villany<br>Misrepresent each study'd Case to me<br>in long petitions a present fee<br>sayes one your Lordship has ye royall ear<br> I some articles against me fear<br>for sinking publick funds in such a year<br>Then on my chair he layes a bag of coin<br>Nor dares to offer what he woud have mine<br>Another cryes I want a place at Court<br>Your Lships word woud make ye buisness short<br> I present two hundred guinnys for't<br>This as I take it is a life of state<br> when I think of this I think Ime great<br>But now a leaf is noisy by my head<br>My chain is broke all my greatness fled<br>In vain I woud recall the vanishd thought<br>Something I know did please I cant tell what<br> as I hunt the traces of my mind<br>In a new whim a new delight I find</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now among books my chief diversion lyes<br> I affect to be thought wondrous wise<br>in strange experiment discovery's<br>On All ye sorts shapes of flyes I read<br>Or print a book of shells as Lister did<br> when I meet a thing unknown till yn<br>I write for Holland to ye Learned men<br>the subtiltys of schooles with ease I cutt<br>Where learnings nothing but a meer dispute<br>With Ipse Dixit's fixd for arguments<br> quibbles formd by rules hid with pains<br>Waging a warr of words in spight of sense<br>My skill in many languages is shown<br>Altho' I gracefully can speak in none<br>No Cares no business do my brain molest<br>the world admires the treasures of my breast<br> I in barren satisfaction rest</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here do I change Insensibly again<br> my gay fancy paints another scene<br>Heark or a pleasing madness charms my sense<br>Or I hear songs well tund instruments<br>Yes tis a ball where I with airs cloths<br>Engage the Ladys outshine the beaus<br>I chuse a creature beautious as the light <br>Of her I beg she denys a night<br>Scorn with the fair does still attendant go<br>they're proud because their outward charms they know<br> fondly think them reasons to be so<br>But passion hearts of any temper moves<br>Anon shes complaisant anon she loves<br>When sated with the bliss their arms I quitt<br>I boast my triumph to each friend I meet<br>for men are now so scandalously vain<br>They think it less of pleasure to obtain<br>their Joys then tell 'em or'e to other men<br> more of grief to hide the ripe amour<br>then twas to smother infant love before<br>I drink I dance I swear I shake ye dice<br> try each path of pleasurable vice<br>till at ye last my wild unsettled life<br>like Comedys is finishd in a wife</div><div style="margin:10px 0">by Just degrees the breezes louder grow<br>the same breast they sooth they roughen too<br>Methinks Ime strangely alterd in a trice<br>All soft unmanly pleasures I despise<br>Warr is my buisness honour is my prize<br>I grasp it in my thoughts push along<br>Nor mind the toiles by which it must be won<br>With such bewitching powr the walking light<br>leads men thro' all the dangers of the night<br>Ore hills vales they hunt the dazzling game<br>Nor feel the trouble while they see the flame<br>Strange force of Glory what a world are slain<br>to please the pride of two or three great men<br>how towns have fed on ratts yt scornd to yield<br>how dear ye hardy soldier buys ye field<br>Warm without anger to their arms they crowd<br> for anothers quarrell wast their blood<br>some fight curse while others run pray<br>In Camps they rook each other at their play<br> then the loosers mutiny for pay<br>are my brave followers slain why lett ym dy<br>false musterd companys my purse supply<br>Thus summers fraud feeds winters luxury<br>When in warm quarters nature craves a punk<br> for the Queen I loyally get drunk</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Give ore my wanton fancy now give ore <br>the clouds are gath'ring anon they'le powr<br>the pleasures of my groves are fled away<br>the sacred silence ye shiny day<br>what have you then to lull you in your play</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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Hail to the greens below the greens above
Oft have I found beneath these shady trees
A reall in imaginary bliss
for they my fancy sooth she's a cheat
Which can agreably adorn deceit
some state of life she d..."></div>
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