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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539245" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Irregular Ode, After Sickness</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539245" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">-Melius, bunny venerit ipsa, canemus.<br>-Virg.<br>Imitation.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539245" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His wish'd-for presence will improve the song.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539245" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Too long a stranger to repose,<br>At length from Pain's abhorred couch I rose,<br>And wander'd forth alone,<br>To court once more the balmy breeze,<br>And catch the verdure of the trees,<br>Ere yet their charms were flown.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539245" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Twas from a bank with pansies gay,<br>I hail'd once more the cheerful day,<br>The sun's forgotten beams<br>O Sun! how pleasing were thy rays,<br>Reflected from the polish'd face<br>Of yon refulgent streams!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539245" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Raised by the scene, my feeble tongue<br>Essay'd again the sweets of song:<br>And thus, in feeble strains and slow,<br>The loitering numbers 'gan to flow.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539245" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Come, gentle Air! my languid limbs restore,<br>And bid me welcome from the Stygian shore;<br>For sure I heard the tender sighs,<br>I seem'd to join the plaintive cries,<br>Of hapless youths who through the myrtle grove<br>Bewail for ever their unfinish'd love;<br>To that unjoyous clime,<br>Torn from the sight of these ethereal skies;<br>Debarr'd the lustre of their Delia's eyes,<br>And banish'd in their prime.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539245" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Come, gentle Air! and, while the thickets bloom,<br>Convey the jasmine's breath divine;<br>Convey the woodbine's rich perfume,<br>Nor spare the sweet-leaf'd eglantine<br>And mayst thou shun the rugged storm,<br>Till Health her wonted charms explain,<br>With Rural Pleasure in her train,<br>To greet me in her fairest form<br>While from this lofty mount I view<br>The Sons of earth, the vulgar crew,<br>Anxious for futile gains, beneath me stray,<br>And seek with erring step Contentment's obvious way.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539245" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Come, gentle Air! and thou, celestial Muse!<br>Thy genial flame infuse,<br>Enough to lend a pensive bosom aid,<br>And gild Retirement's gloomy shade;<br>Enough to rear such rustic lays<br>As foes may slight, but partial friends will praise.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539245" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The gentle Air allow'd my claim,<br>And, more to cheer my drooping frame,<br>She mixt the balm of opening flowers,<br>Such as the bee, with chemic powers,<br>From Hybla's fragrant hills inhales,<br>Or scents Sabea's blooming vales:<br>But, ah! the nymphs that heal the pensive mind,<br>By prescripts more refined,<br>Neglect their votary's anxious moan:<br>Oh! how should they relieve?-the Muses all were flown.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539245" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">By flowery plain or woodland shades<br>I fondly sought the charming maids;<br>By woodland shades or flowery plain<br>I sought them, faithless maids! in vain;<br>When, lo! in happier hour,<br>I leave behind my native mead,<br>To range where Zeal and Friendship lead,<br>To visit Luxborough's honour'd bower.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539245" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ah! foolish man! to seek the tuneful maids<br>On other plains, or near less verdant shades;<br>Scarce have my footsteps press'd the favour'd ground,<br>When sounds ethereal strike my ear;<br>At once celestial forms appear;<br>My fugitives are found!<br>The Muses here attune their lyres,<br>Ah! partial, with unwonted fires;<br>Here, hand in hand, with careless mien,<br>The sportive graces trip the green.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539245" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But whilst I wander'd o'er a scene so fair,<br>Too well at one survey I trace<br>How every Muse and every Grace<br>Had long employ'd their care.<br>Lurks not a stone enrich'd with lively stain,<br>Blooms not a flower amid the vernal store,<br>Falls not a plume on India's distant plain,<br>Glows not a shell on Adria's rocky shore,<br>But torn, methought, from native lands or seas,<br>From their arrangement gain fresh power to please.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539245" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And some had bent the wildering maze,<br>Bedeck'd with every shrub that blows,<br>And some entwined the willing sprays,<br>To shield th' illustrious dame's repose;<br>Others had graced the sprightly dome,<br>And taught the portrait where to glow;<br>Others arranged the curious tome,<br>Or, 'mid the decorated space,<br>Assign'd the laurell'd bust a place,<br>And given to learning all the pomp of show.<br>And now from every task withdrawn,<br>They met and frisk'd it o'er the lawn.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539245" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ah! woe is me, said I,<br>And - -'s hilly circuit heard my cry:<br>Have I for this with labour strove,<br>And lavish'd all my little store,<br>To fence for you my shady grove,<br>And scollop every winding shore,<br>And fringe with every purple rose,<br>The sapphire stream that down my valley flows?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539245" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ah! lovely treacherous maids!<br>To quit unseen my votive shades,<br>When pale Disease, and torturing Pain,<br>Had torn me from the breezy plain,<br>And to a restless couch confined,<br>Who ne'er your wonted tasks declined.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539245" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She needs not your officious aid<br>To swell the song, or plan the shade;<br>By genuine Fancy fired,<br>Her native genius guides her hand,<br>And while she marks the sage command,<br>More lovely scenes her skill shall raise,<br>Her lyre resound with nobler lays<br>Than ever you inspired.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539245" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thus I my rage and grief display,<br>But vainly blame, and vainly mourn,<br>Nor will a Grace, or Muse, return<br>Till Luxborough lead the way.</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=William+Shenstone">William Shenstone</a></strong></div>