<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=114999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy on the death of Cleora</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more of Zephyr's airy robe I'll sing,<br>Or balmy odours dropping from his wing,<br>Or how his spicy breath revives the lands,<br>And curls the waves which roll o'er crystal sands.<br>No more I'll paint the glowing hemisphere,<br>Or rocks ambitious, piercing upper air;<br>The subjects of the grave demand my lay,<br>Spectator now, I soon shall be as they.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cleora, art thou gone? thou dost not hear<br>The voice of grief, nor see the dropping tear;<br>And yet, it soothes my sorrows while I mourn<br>In artless verse, and weep upon thy urn.<br>---Tho' bright from thee the rays of beauty stream'd,<br>Thy mind irradiate, stronger graces beam'd;<br>The meteor shone so permanent and fair,<br>Who'd not mistook the vapour for a star?<br>---E'en then---when lying poets flattering breath<br>Pronounc'd so fair a form exempt from death;<br>The icy angel met her on the plain,<br>And bade our friend adorn his ghastly train;<br>The vital heat forsakes her loitering blood;<br>The blood stands still---the springs of life all stood;<br>Down sunk the fair, while nature gave a groan,<br>To see her noblest structure fall so soon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But say, some pow'r, where is the spirit fled,<br>To wait the time when it shall join the dead?<br>Say, springs her active soul beyond the skies,<br>Or still around the clay enamour'd flies?<br>Or sits exalted on th' empyreal height,<br>'Midst deluges of primogenial light?<br>Or else expatiates, with enlarged pow'rs,<br>Where mortal man's conception never soars?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">---Ah! when the brittle bands of life are burst,<br>To meet her on the shores of bliss. I trust;<br>Sure I shall know her in the realms above,<br>By those sweet eyes which beam incessant love:<br>There we'll renew the friendship here begun,<br>But which shall last thro' th' eternal noon:<br>Till then suspend my fond enquiries, where,<br>And with what souls she breathes immortal air;<br>Meanwhile, with imitative art I'll try,<br>Nobly like her to live---like her to die!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ann+Eliza+Bleecker">Ann Eliza Bleecker</a> from <i>The Posthumous Works of Ann Eliza Bleecker</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=114999" data-title="Elegy on the death of Cleora de Ann Eliza Bleecker" data-description="No more of Zephyr's airy robe I'll sing,/Or balmy odours dropping from his wing,/Or how his spicy breath revives the lands,/And curls the waves which roll o'er crystal sands./No more I'll paint the glowing hemisphere,/Or rocks ambitious, piercing ..."></div> </div> </div>

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