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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539293" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode to Health, 1730</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Health! capricious maid!<br>Why dost thou shun my peaceful bower,<br>Where I had hope to share thy power,<br>And bless thy lasting aid?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since thou, alas! art flown,<br>It 'vails not whether Muse or Grace,<br>With tempting smile, frequent the place;<br>I sigh for thee alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Age not forbids thy stay:<br>Thou yet mightst act the friendly part;<br>Thou yet mightst raise this languid heart;<br>Why speed so swift away?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou scorn'st the city air;<br>I breathe fresh gales o'er furrow'd ground,<br>Yet hast not thou my wishes crown'd,<br>O false! O partial Fair!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I plunge into the wave;<br>And though with purest hands I raise<br>A rural altar to thy praise,<br>Thou wilt not deign to save.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amid my well-known grove,<br>Where mineral fountains vainly bear<br>Thy boasted name, and titles fair,<br>Why scorns thy foot to rove?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou hear'st the sportsman's claim;<br>Enabling him, with idle noise,<br>To drown the Muse's melting voice,<br>And fright the timorous game.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is thought thy foe? Adieu,<br>Ye midnight lamps! ye curious tomes!<br>Mine eye o'er hills and valleys roams,<br>And deals no more with you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it the clime you flee?<br>Yet midst his unremitting snows<br>The poor Laponian's bosom glows,<br>And shares bright rays from thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was, there was a time,<br>When, though I scorn'd thy guardian care,<br>Nor made a vow, nor said a prayer,<br>I did not rue the crime.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who then more blest than<br>When the glad schoolboy's task was done,<br>And forth, with jocund spirit, I run<br>To freedom and to joy?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How jovial then the day!<br>What since have all my labours found,<br>Thus climbing life, to gaze around,<br>That can thy loss repay?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wert thou, alas! but kind,<br>Methinks no frown that Fortune wears,<br>Nor lessen'd hopes, nor growing cares,<br>Could sink my cheerful mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whate'er my stars include,<br>What other breasts convert to pain,<br>My towering mind should soon disdain,<br>Should scorn-Ingratitude!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Repair this mouldering cell,<br>And, blest with objects found at home,<br>And envying none their fairer dome,<br>How pleased my soul should dwell!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Temperance should guard the doors;<br>From room to room should Memory stray,<br>And, ranging all in neat array,<br>Enjoy her pleasing stores--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There let them rest unknown,<br>The types of many a pleasing scene;<br>But to preserve them bright or clean,<br>Is thine, Fair Queen! alone.</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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Why dost thou shun my peaceful bower,
Where I had hope to share thy power,
And bless thy lasting aid?

Since thou, alas! art flown,
It 'vails not whether Muse or Grace,
With tempting smile, frequent the place;
I sigh for..."></div>
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