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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539261" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy VII. He Describes His Vision to An Acquaintance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Caetera per terras omnes animalia, &c. ~ Virg.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Imitation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All animals beside, o'er all the earth, &c.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>On distant heaths, beneath autumnal skies,<br>Pensive I saw the circling shade descend;<br>Weary and faint I heard the storm arise,<br>While the sun vanish'd, like a faithless friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No kind companion led my steps aright;<br>No friendly planet lent its glimmering ray;<br>Even the lone cot refused its wonted light,<br>Where Toil in peaceful slumber closed the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the dull bell had given a pleasing sound;<br>The village cur 'twere transport then to hear;<br>In dreadful silence all was hush'd around,<br>While the rude storm alone distress'd mine ear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As led by Orwell's winding banks I stray'd,<br>Where towering Wolsey breathed his native air,<br>A sudden lustre chased the flitting shade,<br>The sounding winds were hush'd, and all was fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Instant a grateful form appear'd confest;<br>White were his locks, with awful scarlet crown'd,<br>And livelier far than Tyrian seem'd his vest,<br>That with the glowing purple tinged the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Stranger,' he said, 'amid this pealing rain,<br>Benighted, lonesome, whither wouldst thou stray?<br>Does wealth, or power, thy weary step constrain?<br>Reveal thy wish, and let me point the way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For know, I trod the trophied paths of power,<br>Felt every joy that fair Ambition brings,<br>And left the lonely roof of yonder bower<br>To stand beneath the canopies of kings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I bade low hinds the towering ardour share,<br>Nor meanly rose to bless myself alone;<br>I snatch'd the shepherd from his fleecy care,<br>And bade his wholesome dictate guard the throne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Low at my feet the suppliant peer I saw;<br>I saw proud empires my decision wait;<br>My will was duty, and my word was law,<br>My smile was transport, and my frown was fate.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah me! said I, nor power I seek, nor gain;<br>Nor urged by hope of fame these toils endure;<br>A simple youth, that feels a lover's pain,<br>And from his friend's condolence hopes a cure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He, the dear youth! to whose abodes I roam,<br>Nor can mine honours nor my fields extend;<br>Yet for his sake I leave my distant home,<br>Which oaks embosom, and which hills defend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath that home I scorn the wintry wind;<br>The Spring, to shade me, robes her fairest tree!<br>And if a friend my grass-grown threshold find,<br>O how my lonely cot resounds with glee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet though averse to gold in heaps amass'd,<br>I wish to bless, I languish to bestow;<br>And though no friend to Fame's obstreperous blast,<br>Still to her dulcet murmurs not a foe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too proud with servile tone to deign address;<br>Too mean to think that honours are my due;<br>Yet should some patron yield my stores to bless,<br>I sure should deem my boundless thanks were few.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But tell me, thou! that like a meteor's fire<br>Shott'st blazing forth, disdaining dull degrees,<br>Should I to wealth, to fame, to power aspire,<br>Must I not pass more rugged paths than these?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Must I not groan beneath a guilty load-<br>Praise him I scorn, and him I love betray?<br>Does not felonious Envy bar the road?<br>Or Falsehood's treacherous foot beset the way?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say, should I pass through Favour's crowded gate,<br>Must not fair Truth inglorious wait behind?<br>Whilst I approach the glittering scenes of state,<br>My best companion no admittance find?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nursed in the shades by Freedom's lenient care,<br>Shall I the rigid sway of Fortune own?<br>Taught by the voice of pious Truth, prepare<br>To spurn an altar, and adore a throne?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when proud Fortune's ebbing tide recedes,<br>And when it leaves me no unshaken friend,<br>Shall I not weep that e'er I left the meads,<br>Which oaks embosom, and which hills defend?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! if these ills the price of power advance,<br>Check not my speed where social joys invite!<br>The troubled vision cast a mournful glance,<br>And, sighing, vanish'd in the shades of night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Shenstone">William Shenstone</a><div class=q>
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Imitation.

All animals beside, o'er all the earth, &c.


On distant heaths, beneath autumnal skies,
Pensive I saw the circling shade descend;
Weary and faint I heard the storm arise,
While the sun v..."></div>
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