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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345326" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Petition for an Absolute Retreat</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345326" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Give me, O indulgent Fate! <br>Give me yet before I die<br>A sweet, but absolute retreat,<br>'Mongst paths so lost and trees so high<br>That the world may ne'er invade<br>Through such windings and such shade<br>My unshaken liberty.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345326" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">No intruders thither come<br>Who visit but to be from home!<br>None who their vain moments pass<br>Only studious of their glass;<br>News, that charm to list'ning ears,<br>That false alarm to hopes and fears,<br>That common theme for every fop,<br>From the statesman to the shop,<br>In those coverts ne'er be spread,<br>Of who's deceas'd, and who's to wed.<br>Be no tidings thither brought,<br>But silent as a midnight thought<br>Where the world may ne'er invade<br>Be those windings and that shade!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345326" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Courteous Fate! afford me there<br>A table spread, without my care,<br>With what the neighb'ring fields impart,<br>Whose cleanliness be all its art.<br>When of old the calf was drest<br>(Though to make an angel's feast)<br>In the plain unstudied sauce<br>Nor truffle nor morillia was;<br>Nor could the mighty patriarchs' board<br>One far-fetch'd ortolan afford.<br>Courteous Fate! then give me there<br>Only plain and wholesome fare;<br>Fruits indeed (would heaven bestow)<br>All that did in Eden grow,<br>All but the forbidden Tree<br>Would be coveted by me;<br>Grapes with juice so crowded up<br>As breaking through the native cup;<br>Figs yet growing candied o'er<br>By the sun's attracting power;<br>Cherries, with the downy peach,<br>All within my easy reach;<br>Whilst creeping near the humble ground<br>Should the strawberry be found<br>Springing wheresoe'er I stray'd<br>Through those windings and that shade.<br>For my garments: let them be<br>What may with the time agree;</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345326" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Warm when Ph{oe}bus does retire<br>And is ill-supplied by fire:<br>But when he renews the year<br>And verdant all the fields appear,<br>Beauty every thing resumes,<br>Birds have dropp'd their winter plumes,<br>When the lily full-display'd<br>Stands in purer white array'd<br>Than that vest which heretofore<br>The luxurious monarch wore,<br>When from Salem's gates he drove<br>To the soft retreat of love,<br>Lebanon's all burnish'd house<br>And the dear Egyptian spouse.<br>Clothe me, Fate, though not so gay,<br>Clothe me light and fresh as May!<br>In the fountains let me view<br>All my habit cheap and new<br>Such as, when sweet zephyrs fly,<br>With their motions may comply,<br>Gently waving to express<br>Unaffected carelessness.<br>No perfumes have there a part<br>Borrow'd from the chemist's art,<br>But such as rise from flow'ry beds<br>Or the falling jasmine sheds!<br>'Twas the odour of the field<br>Esau's rural coat did yield<br>That inspir'd his father's prayer<br>For blessings of the earth and air:<br>Of gums or powders had it smelt,<br>The supplanter, then unfelt,<br>Easily had been descried<br>For one that did in tents abide,<br>For some beauteous handmaid's joy,<br>And his mother's darling boy.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345326" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Let me then no fragrance wear<br>But what the winds from gardens bear,<br>In such kind surprising gales<br>As gather'd from Fidentia's vales<br>All the flowers that in them grew;<br>Which intermixing as they flew<br>In wreathen garlands dropp'd again<br>On Lucullus and his men;<br>Who, cheer'd by the victorious sight,<br>Trebled numbers put to flight.<br>Let me, when I must be fine,<br>In such natural colours shine;<br>Wove and painted by the sun;<br>Whose resplendent rays to shun<br>When they do too fiercely beat<br>Let me find some close retreat<br>Where they have no passage made<br>Through those windings, and that shade.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Anne+Kingsmill+Finch">Anne Kingsmill Finch</a></strong></div>