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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539265" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy XII. His Recantation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539265" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">No more the Muse obtrudes her thin disguise,<br>No more with awkward fallacy complains<br>How every fervour from my bosom flies,<br>And Reason in her lonesome palace reigns.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539265" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ere the chill winter of our days arrive,<br>No more she paints the breast from passion free;<br>I feel, I feel one loitering wish survive-<br>Ah! need I, Florio, name that wish to thee?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539265" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The star of Venus ushers in the day,<br>The first, the loveliest of the train that shine!<br>The star of Venus lends her brightest ray,<br>When other stars their friendly beams resign.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539265" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Still in my breast one soft desire remains,<br>Pure as that star, from guilt, from interest, free<br>Has gentle Delia tripp'd across the plains,<br>And need I, Florio, name that wish to thee?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539265" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">While, cloy'd to find the scenes of life the same,<br>I tune with careless hand my languid lays,<br>Some secret impulse wakes my former flame,<br>And fires my strain with hopes of brighter days.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539265" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I slept not long beneath yon rural bowers,<br>And, lo! my crook with flowers adorn'd I see:<br>Has gentle Delia bound my crook with flowers,<br>And need I, Florio, name my hopes to thee?</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>

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