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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539295" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode to Memory</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Memory! Celestial maid!<br>Who glean'st the flowerets cropt by time;<br>And, suffering not a leaf to fade,<br>Preserv'st the blossoms of our prime;<br>Bring, bring those moments to my mind<br>When life was new and Lesbia kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And bring that garland to my sight,<br>With which my favour'd crook she bound;<br>And bring that wreath of roses bright,<br>Which then my festive temples crown'd;<br>And to my raptured ear convey<br>The gentle things she deign'd to say</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sketch with care the Muse's bower,<br>Where Isis rolls her silver tide<br>Nor yet omit one reed or flower<br>That shines on Cherwell's verdant side;<br>If so thou mayst those hours prolong,<br>When polish'd Lycon join'd my song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The song it 'vails not to recite-<br>But, sure, to soothe our youthful dreams,<br>Those banks and streams appear'd more bright<br>Than other banks, than other streams;<br>Or, by the softening pencil shown,<br>Assume they beauties not their own?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And paint that sweetly-vacant scene,<br>When, all beneath the poplar bough,<br>My spirits light, my soul serene,<br>I breathed in verse one cordial vow:<br>That nothing should my soul inspire<br>But friendship warm and love entire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dull to the sense of new delight,<br>On thee the drooping muse attends;<br>As some fond lover, robb'd of sight,<br>On thy expressive power depends,<br>Nor would exchange thy glowing lines,<br>To live the lord of all that shines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But let me chase those vows away,<br>Which at Ambition's shrine I made;<br>Nor ever let thy skill display<br>Those anxious moments, ill repaid:<br>Oh! from my breast that season rase,<br>And bring my childhood in its place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bring me the bells, the rattle bring,<br>And bring the hobby I bestrode,<br>When pleased, in many a sportive ring,<br>Around the room I jovial rode;<br>Even let me bid my lyre adieu,<br>And bring the whistle that I blew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then will I muse, and, pensive, say,<br>Why did not these enjoyments last?<br>How sweetly wasted I the day,<br>While innocence allow'd to waste!<br>Ambition's toils alike are vain,<br>But ah! for pleasure yield us pain.</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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Who glean'st the flowerets cropt by time;
And, suffering not a leaf to fade,
Preserv'st the blossoms of our prime;
Bring, bring those moments to my mind
When life was new and Lesbia kind.

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