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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539501" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Eclogue the First Selim</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SCENE, a Valley near Bagdat TIME, the Morning</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Ye Persian maids, attend your poet's lays, <br>And hear how shepherds pass their golden days: <br>Not all are blest, whom fortune's hand sustains <br>With wealth in courts, nor all that haunt the plains: <br>Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell; <br>'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.' <br>Thus Selim sung, by sacred Truth inspired; <br>No praise the youth, but hers alone, desired. <br>Wise in himself, his meaning songs conveyed <br>Informing morals to the shepherd maid,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or taught the swains that surest bliss to find, <br>What groves nor streams bestow, a virtuous mind. <br>When sweet and odorous, like an eastern bride, <br>The radiant morn resumed her orient pride, <br>When wanton gales along the valleys play, <br>Breathe on each flower, and bear their sweets away: <br>By Tigris' wandering waves he sat, and sung <br>This useful lesson for the fair and young. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Ye Persian dames,' he said, `to you belong, <br>Well may they please, the morals of my song;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No fairer maids, I trust, than you are found, <br>Graced with soft arts, the peopled world around! <br>The morn that lights you to your loves supplies <br>Each gentler ray delicious to your eyes: <br>For you those flowers her fragrant hands bestow, <br>And yours the love that kings delight to know. <br>Yet think not these, all beauteous as they are, <br>The best kind blessings heaven can grant the fair! <br>Who trust alone in beauty's feeble ray, <br>Balsora's pearls have more of worth than they; <br>Drawn from the deep, they sparkle to the sight, <br>And all-unconscious shoot a lustrous light: <br>Such are the maids and such the charms they boast, <br>By sense unaided or to virtue lost. <br>Self-flattering sex! your hearts believe in vain <br>That love shall blind when once he fires the swain, <br>Or hope a lover by your faults to win, <br>As spots on ermine beautify the skin. <br>Who seeks secure to rule, be first her care <br>Each softer virtue that adorns the fair, <br>Each tender passion man delights to find, <br>The loved perfections of a female mind. <br>`Blest were the days when Wisdom held her reign, <br>And shepherds sought her on the silent plain; <br>With Truth she wedded in the secret grove, <br>The fair-eyed Truth, and daughters blessed their love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`O haste, fair maids, ye Virtues, come away, <br>Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way! <br>The balmy shrub for you shall love our shore, <br>By Ind excelled or Araby no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Lost to our fields, for so the fates ordain, <br>The dear deserters shall return again. <br>O come thou, Modesty, as they decree, <br>The rose may then improve her blush by thee. <br>Here make thy court amidst our rural scene, <br>And shepherd-girls shall own thee for their queen. <br>With thee be Chastity, of all afraid, <br>Distrusting all, a wise suspicious maid, <br>But man the most -- not more the mountain doe <br>Holds the swift falcon for her deadly foe. <br>Cold is her breast, like flowers that drink the dew; <br>A silken veil conceals her from the view. <br>No wild desires amidst thy train be known, <br>But Faith, whose heart is fixed on one alone; <br>Desponding Meekness with her down-cast eyes, <br>And friendly Pity full of tender sighs; <br>And Love the last: by these your hearts approve, <br>These are the Virtues that must lead to love.' <br>Thus sung the swain, and eastern legends say <br>The maids of Bagdat verified the lay:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear to the plains, the Virtues came along, <br>The shepherds loved, and Selim blessed his song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Taylor+Collins">William Taylor Collins</a><div class=q>
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`Ye Persian maids, attend your poet's lays, 
And hear how shepherds pass their golden days: 
Not all are blest, whom fortune's hand sustains 
With wealth in courts, nor all that haunt the plains: 
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