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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538560" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cadland, Southampton River</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If ever sea-maid, from her coral cave,<br>Beneath the hum of the great surge, has loved<br>To pass delighted from her green abode,<br>And, seated on a summer bank, to sing<br>No earthly music; in a spot like this,<br>The bard might feign he heard her, as she dried<br>Her golden hair, yet dripping from the main,<br>In the slant sunbeam.<br>So the pensive bard<br>Might image, warmed by this enchanting scene, <br>The ideal form; but though such things are not,<br>He who has ever felt a thought refined;<br>He who has wandered on the sea of life,<br>Forming delightful visions of a home<br>Of beauty and repose; he who has loved,<br>With filial warmth his country, will not pass<br>Without a look of more than tenderness<br>On all the scene; from where the pensile birch<br>Bends on the bank, amid the clustered group<br>Of the dark hollies; to the woody shore <br>That steals diminished, to the distant spires<br>Of Hampton, crowning the long lucid wave.<br>White in the sun, beneath the forest-shade,<br>Full shines the frequent sail, like Vanity,<br>As she goes onward in her glittering trim,<br>Amid the glances of life's transient morn,<br>Calling on all to view her!<br>Vectis there,<br>That slopes its greensward to the lambent wave,<br>And shows through softest haze its woods and domes, <br>With gray St Catherine's creeping to the sky,<br>Seems like a modest maid, who charms the more<br>Concealing half her beauties.<br>To the East,<br>Proud, yet complacent, on its subject realm,<br>With masts innumerable thronged, and hulls<br>Seen indistinct, but formidable, mark<br>Albion's vast fleet, that, like the impatient storm,<br>Waits but the word to thunder and flash death<br>On him who dares approach to violate <br>The shores and living scenes that smile secure<br>Beneath its dragon-watch!<br>Long may they smile!<br>And long, majestic Albion (while the sound<br>From East to West, from Albis to the Po,<br>Of dark contention hurtles), may'st thou rest,<br>As calm and beautiful this sylvan scene<br>Looks on the refluent wave that steals below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Lisle+Bowles">William Lisle Bowles</a><div class=q>
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Beneath the hum of the great surge, has loved
To pass delighted from her green abode,
And, seated on a summer bank, to sing
No earthly music; in a spot like this,
The bard might feign he heard her, as she dri..."></div>
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