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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539276" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy XXIII. Reflections Suggested By His Situation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Born near the scene for Kenelm's fate renown'd,<br>I take my plaintive reed, and range the grove,<br>And raise my lay, and bid the rocks resound<br>The savage force of empire, and of love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fast by the centre of yon various wild,<br>Where spreading oaks embower a Gothic fane,<br>Kendria's arts a brother's youth beguiled;<br>There nature urged her tenderest pleas in vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soft o'er his birth, and o'er his infant hours,<br>The ambitious maid could every care employ;<br>Then with assiduous fondness cropt the flowers,<br>To deck the cradle of the princely boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But soon the bosom's pleasing calm is flown;<br>Love fires her breast; the sultry passions rise;<br>A favour'd lover seeks the Mercian throne,<br>And views her Kenelm with a rival's eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How kind were Fortune! ah, how just were Fate!<br>Would Fate or Fortune Mercia's heir remove!<br>How sweet to revel on the couch of state!<br>To crown at once her lover and her love!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See, garnish'd for the chase, the fraudful maid<br>To these lone hills direct his devious way;<br>The youth, all prone, the sister-guide obey'd;<br>Ill-fated youth! himself the destined prey!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now, nor shaggy hill, nor pathless plain,<br>Forms the lone refuge of the sylvan game,<br>Since Lyttleton has crown'd the sweet domain<br>With softer pleasures, and with fairer fame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the rough bowman urged his headlong steed,<br>Immortal bards, a polish'd race, retire;<br>And where hoarse scream'd the strepent horn, succeed<br>The melting graces of no vulgar lyre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See Thomson, loitering near some limpid well,<br>For Britain's friend the verdant wreath prepare!<br>Or, studious of revolving seasons, tell<br>How peerless Lucia made all seasons fair!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See -- from civic garlands fly,<br>And in those groves indulge his tuneful vein!<br>Or from yon summit, with a guardian's eye,<br>Observe how Freedom's hand attires the plain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here Pope!-ah! never must that towering mind<br>To his loved haunts, or dearer friend return!<br>What art, what friendships! oh, what fame resign'd<br>-In yonder glade I trace his mournful urn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is the breast can rage or hate retain,<br>And these glad streams and smiling lawns behold?<br>Where is the breast can hear the woodland strain,<br>And think fair Freedom well exchanged for gold?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through these soft shades delighted let me stray,<br>While o'er my head forgotten suns descend!<br>Through these dear valleys bend my casual way,<br>Till setting life a total shade extend!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here, far from courts, and void of pompous cares,<br>I'll muse how much I owe mine humbler fate,<br>Or shrink to find how much Ambition dares,<br>To shine in anguish, and to grieve in state!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Canst thou, O Sun! that spotless throne disclose,<br>Where her bold arm has left no sanguine stain?<br>Where, show me where, the lineal sceptre glows,<br>Pure as the simple crook that rules the plain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tremendous pomp! where hate, distrust, and fear,<br>In kindred bosoms solve the social tie;<br>There not the parent's smile is half sincere,<br>Nor void of art the consort's melting eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, with the friendly wish, the kindly flame,<br>No face is brighten'd, and no bosoms beat;<br>Youth, manhood, age, avow one sordid aim,<br>And even the beardless lip essays deceit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There coward Rumours walk their murderous round;<br>The glance, that more than rural blame instils;<br>Whispers that, tinged with friendship, doubly wound;<br>Pity that injures, and concern that kills.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There anger whets, but love can ne'er engage;<br>Caressing brothers part but to revile;<br>There all men smile, and Prudence warns the wise<br>To dread the fatal stroke of all that smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There all are rivals! sister, son, and sire,<br>With horrid purpose hug destructive arms;<br>There soft-eyed maids in murderous plots conspire,<br>And scorn the gentler mischief of their charms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let servile minds one endless watch endure;<br>Day, night, nor hour, their anxious guard resign;<br>But lay me, Fate! on flowery banks secure,<br>Though my whole soul be, like my limbs, supine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes; may my tongue disdain a vassal's care;<br>My lyre resound no prostituted lay;<br>More warm to merit, more elate to wear<br>The cap of Freedom than the crown of bay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soothed by the murmurs of my pebbled flood,<br>I wish it not o'er golden sands to flow;<br>Cheer'd by the verdure of my spiral wood,<br>I scorn the quarry, where no shrub can grow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No midnight pangs the shepherd's peace pursue;<br>His tongue, his hand, attempts no secret wound;<br>He sings his Delia, and, if she be true,<br>His love at once, and his ambition's crown'd.</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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I take my plaintive reed, and range the grove,
And raise my lay, and bid the rocks resound
The savage force of empire, and of love.

Fast by the centre of yon various wild,
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