<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115181" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines on reading some verses entitled "A Farewell to Love"</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, stern indeed must be that minstrel's heart,<br> In the world's dusty highway doomed to move,<br> Who with life's sunshine and its flowers can part,<br> Who strikes his harp, and sings, Farewell to Love!<br> <br> To Love! that beam that colors all our light,<br> As the red rays illume the light of day;<br> Whose rose-hue, once extinguished from the sight,<br> Leaves the life-landscape of a dull, cold gray.<br> <br> To Love! the ethereal, the Promethean spirit,<br> That bids this dust with life divine be moved;<br> The only memory that we still inherit<br> Of the lost Eden where our parents roved.<br> <br> Oh, hopeless bard, recall that farewell strain,<br> Nor from thy beast let this fond faith depart;<br> Recall that utterance of thy cold disdain,<br> Thy doubt of Love, the atheism of the heart.<br> <br> And on the altar reared within thy soul,<br> Let the rekindled flame again aspire<br> And guard it round by all things beautiful,<br> As vestal forms watched o'er the sacred fire; --<br> <br> That fire that once extinguished on the shrine,<br> Gave fearful sign of coming woe to Rome,<br> As the quenched brightness of this light divine<br> Forebodes to thee a dark and loveless doom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta">Anne Lynch Botta</a> from <i>Poems</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=115181" data-title="Lines on reading some verses entitled "A Farewell to Love" de Anne Lynch Botta" data-description="Oh, stern indeed must be that minstrel's heart,/ In the world's dusty highway doomed to move,/ Who with life's sunshine and its flowers can part,/ Who strikes his harp, and sings, Farewell to Love!/ / To Love! that beam that colors all our light..."></div> </div> </div>

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