<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539306" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song V. - On every tree, in every plain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! ego non aliter tristes evincere morbos<br>Optarem, quam te sic quoque velle putem.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On every tree, in every plain,<br>I trace the jovial spring in vain;<br>A sickly langour veils mine eyes,<br>And fast my waning vigour flies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor flowery plain, nor budding tree,<br>That smile on others, smile on me;<br>Mine eyes from death shall court repose,<br>Nor shed a tear before they close.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What bliss to me can seasons bring?<br>Or what the needless pride of spring?<br>The cypress bough, that suits the bier,<br>Retains its verdure all the year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis true, my vine, so fresh and fair,<br>Might claim awhile my wonted care;<br>My rural store some pleasure yield,<br>So white a flock, so green a field!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My friends, that each in kindness vie,<br>Might well expect one parting sigh;<br>Might well demand one tender tear;<br>For when was Damon insincere?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But ere I ask once more to view<br>Yon setting sun his race renew,<br>Inform me, Swains! my friends, declare,<br>Will pitying Delia join the prayer?</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539306" data-title="Song V. - On every tree, in every plain de William Shenstone" data-description="Ah! ego non aliter tristes evincere morbos Optarem, quam te sic quoque velle putem. On every tree, in every plain, I trace the jovial spring in vain; A sickly langour veils mine eyes, And fast my waning vigour flies. Nor flowery plain, nor buddi..."></div> </div> </div>

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