<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115037" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Miss Ten Eyck II</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear Kitty, while you rove thro' sylvan bow'rs,<br>Inhaling fragrance from salubrious flow'rs,<br>Or view your blushes mant'ling in the stream,<br>When Luna gilds it with her amber beam;<br>The brazen voice of war awakes our fears,<br>Impearling every damask cheek with tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The savage, rushing down the echoing vales,<br>Frights the poor hind with ill portending yells;<br>A livid white his consort's cheeks invest;<br>She drops her blooming infant from her breast;<br>She tries to fly, but quick recoiling fees<br>The painted Indian issuing from the trees;<br>Then life suspensive sinks her on the plain,<br>Till dire explosions wake her up again.<br>Oh horrid sight! her partner is no more;<br>Pale is his corse, or only ting'd with gore;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her playful babe is dash'd against the stones,<br>Its scalp torn off, and fractur'd all its bones.<br>Where are the dimpling smiles it lately wore?<br>Ghastly in agony it smiles no more!<br>Dumb with amaze, and stupify'd with grief,<br>The captur'd wretch must now attend her chief:<br>Reluctantly she quits the scene of blood,<br>When lo! a sudden light illumes the wood:<br>She turns, and sees the rising fires expand,<br>And conflagration roll thro' half the land;<br>The western flames to orient skies are driv'n,<br>And change the azure to a sable heav'n.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such are our woes, my dear, and be it known<br>Many still suffer what I tell of one:<br>No more Albania's sons in slumber lie,<br>When Cynthia's crescent gleams along the sky;<br>But every street patrole, and thro' the night<br>Their beamy arms reflect a dreadful light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Excuse, dear girl, for once this plaintive strain;<br>I must conclude, lest I transgress again.</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=115037" data-title="To Miss Ten Eyck II de Ann Eliza Bleecker" data-description="Dear Kitty, while you rove thro' sylvan bow'rs,/Inhaling fragrance from salubrious flow'rs,/Or view your blushes mant'ling in the stream,/When Luna gilds it with her amber beam;/The brazen voice of war awakes our fears,/Impearling every damask che..."></div> </div> </div>

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