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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539263" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy X. To Fortune, Suggesting His Motive for Repining at Her Dispensations</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ask not the cause why this rebellious tongue<br>Loads with fresh curses thy detested sway!<br>Ask not, thus branded in my softest song,<br>Why stands the flatter'd name, which all obey!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis not, that in my shed I lurk forlorn,<br>Nor see my roof on Parian columns rise;<br>That, on this breast, no mimic star is borne,<br>Revered, ah! more than those that light the skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis not, that on the turf supinely laid,<br>I sing or pipe but to the flocks that graze;<br>And, all inglorious, in the lonesome shade<br>My finger stiffens, and my voice decays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not, that my fancy mourns thy stern command,<br>When many an embryo dome is lost in air;<br>While guardian Prudence checks my eager hand,<br>And, ere the turf is broken, cries, 'Forbear:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Forbear, vain Youth! be cautious, weigh thy gold,<br>Nor let yon rising column more aspire:<br>Ah! better dwell in ruins, than behold<br>Thy fortunes mouldering, and thy domes entire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Honorio built, but dared my laws defy;<br>He planted, scornful of my sage commands;<br>The peach's vernal bud regaled his eye,<br>The fruitage ripen'd for more frugal hands.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See the small stream, that pours its murmuring tide<br>O'er some rough rock, that would its wealth display;<br>Displays it aught but penury and pride?<br>Ah! construe wisely what such murmurs say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How would some flood, with ampler treasures blest,<br>Disdainful view the scantling drops distil!<br>How must Velino shake his reedy crest!<br>How every cygnet mock the boastive rill!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fortune! I yield; and see, I give the sign;<br>At noon the poor mechanic wanders home,<br>Collects the square, the level, and the line,<br>And, with retorted eye, forsakes the dome.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, I can patient view the shadeless plains;<br>Can unrepining leave the rising wall;<br>Check the fond love of art that fired my veins,<br>And my warm hopes, in full pursuit, recall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Descend, ye Storms! destroy my rising pile;<br>Loosed be the Whirlwind's unremitting sway;<br>Contented I, although the gazer smile<br>To see it scarce survive a winter's day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let some dull dotard bask in thy gay shrine,<br>As in the sun regales his wanton herd;<br>Guiltless of envy, why should I repine<br>That his rude voice, his grating reed's, preferr'd?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let him exult, with boundless wealth supplied,<br>Mine and the swain's reluctant homage share;<br>But, ah! his tawdry shepherdess's pride,<br>Gods! must my Delia, must my Delia, bear?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Must Delia's softness, elegance, and ease,<br>Submit to Marian's dress? to Marian's gold?<br>Must Marian's robe from distant India please?<br>The simple fleece my Delia's limbs enfold?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yet sure on Delia seems the russet fair;<br>Ye glittering daughters of Disguise, adieu!'<br>So talk the wise, who judge of shape and air,<br>But will the rural thane decide so true?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! what is native worth esteem'd of clowns?<br>'Tis thy false glare, O Fortune! thine they see:<br>'Tis for my Delia's sake I dread thy frowns,<br>And my last gasp shall curses breathe on thee.</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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