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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539278" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy XXV. To Delia, With Some Flowers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whate'er could Sculpture's curious art employ,<br>Whate'er the lavish hand of Wealth can shower,<br>These would I give-and every gift enjoy,<br>That pleased my fair-but Fate denies the power.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bless'd were my lot to feed the social fires!<br>To learn the latent wishes of a friend!<br>To give the boon his native taste admires,<br>And, for my transport, on his smile depend!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bless'd, too, is he whose evening ramble strays<br>Where droop the sons of Indigence and Care!<br>His little gifts their gladden'd eyes amaze,<br>And win, at small expence, their fondest prayer!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, oh! the joy, to shun the conscious light;<br>To spare the modest blush; to give unseen!<br>Like showers that fall behind the veil of night,<br>Yet deeply tinge the smiling vales with green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But happiest they who drooping realms relieve!<br>Whose virtues in our cultured vales appear!<br>For whose sad fate a thousand shepherds grieve,<br>And fading fields allow the grief sincere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To call lost Worth from its oppressive shade<br>To fix its equal sphere, and see it shine,<br>To hear it grateful own the generous aid:<br>This, this is transport-but must ne'er be mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faint is my bounded bliss; nor I refuse<br>To range where daisies open, rivers roll,<br>While prose or song the languid hours amuse,<br>And sooth the fond impatience of my soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Awhile I'll weave the roofs of jasmine bowers,<br>And urge with trivial cares the loitering year;<br>Awhile I'll prune my grove, protect my flowers,<br>Then, unlamented, press an early bier!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of those loved flowers the lifeless corse may share,<br>Some hireling hand a fading wreath bestow;<br>The rest will breathe as sweet, will glow as fair,<br>As when their master smiled to see them glow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sequent morn shall wake the sylvan quire;<br>The kid again shall wanton ere 'tis noon;<br>Nature will smile, will wear her best attire;<br>O let not gentle Delia smile so soon!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While the rude hearse conveys me slow away,<br>And careless eyes my vulgar fate proclaim,<br>Let thy kind tear my utmost worth o'erpay,<br>And, softly sighing, vindicate my fame.-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Delia! cheer'd by thy superior praise,<br>I bless the silent path the Fates decree;<br>Pleased, from the list of my inglorious days,<br>To raise the moments crown'd with bliss and 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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Whate'er the lavish hand of Wealth can shower,
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That pleased my fair-but Fate denies the power.

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