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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539519" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode to Simplicity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O thou, by Nature taught <br> To breathe her genuine thought<br> In numbers warmly pure, and sweetly strong;<br> Who first on mountains wild,<br> In Fancy, loveliest child,<br> Thy babe, or Pleasure's, nurs'd the pow'rs of song!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thou, who with hermit heart,<br> Disdain'st the wealth of art,<br> And gauds, and pageant weeds, and trailing pall,<br> But com'st a decent maid,<br> In Attic robe array'd,<br> O chaste, unboastful nymph, to thee I call!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> By all the honey'd store<br> On Hybla's thymy shore;<br> By all her blooms, and mingled murmurs dear;<br> By her whose lovelorn woe<br> In ev'ning musings slow<br> Sooth'd sweetly sad Electra's poet's ear:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> By old Cephisus deep,<br> Who spread his wavy sweep<br> In warbled wand'rings round thy green retreat;<br> On whose enamell'd side,<br> When holy Freedom died,<br> No equal haunt allur'd thy future feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O sister meek of Truth,<br> To my admiring youth,<br> Thy sober aid and native charms infuse!<br> The flow'rs that sweetest breathe,<br> Tho' Beauty cull'd the wreath,<br> Still ask thy hand to range their order'd hues.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> While Rome could none esteem<br> But virtue's patriot theme,<br> You lov'd her hills, and led her laureate band;<br> But stay'd to sing alone<br> To one distinguish'd throne,<br> And turn'd thy face, and fled her alter'd land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> No more, in hall or bow'r,<br> The passions own thy pow'r;<br> Love, only love her forceless numbers mean;<br> For thou hast left her shrine,<br> Nor olive more, nor vine,<br> Shall gain thy feet to bless the servile scene.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Tho' taste, tho' genius bless<br> To some divine excess,<br> Faints the cold work till thou inspire the whole;<br> What each, what all supply,<br> May court, may charm our eye;<br> Thou, only thou canst raise the meeting soul!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Of these let others ask,<br> To aid some mighty task,<br> I only seek to find thy temp'rate vale;<br> Where oft my reed might sound<br> To maids and shepherds round,<br> And all thy sons, O Nature, learn my tale.</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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 In numbers warmly pure, and sweetly strong;
 Who first on mountains wild,
 In Fancy, loveliest child,
 Thy babe, or Pleasure's, nurs'd the pow'rs of song!

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