<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115090" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet XII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well has thy classick chisel, Banks, express'd<br>The graceful lineaments of that fine form,<br>Which late with conscious, living beauty warm,<br>Now here beneath does in dread silence rest.<br>And, oh, while life shall agitate my breast,<br>Recorded there exists her every charm,<br>In vivid colours, safe from change or harm,<br>Till my last sigh unalter'd love attest.<br>That form, as fair as ever fancy drew,<br>The marble cold, inanimate, retains;<br>But of the radiant smile that round her threw<br>Joys, that beguiled my soul of mortal pains,<br>And each divine expression's varying hue,<br>A little senseless dust alone remains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Brooke+Boothby">Brooke Boothby</a><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=115090" data-title="Sonnet XII de Brooke Boothby" data-description="Well has thy classick chisel, Banks, express'd/The graceful lineaments of that fine form,/Which late with conscious, living beauty warm,/Now here beneath does in dread silence rest./And, oh, while life shall agitate my breast,/Recorded there exist..."></div> </div> </div>

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