<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115247" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet. Tarpeia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Give me the bracelets that your warriors wear,"<br> The Roman traitress to the Sabine cried,<br> "Give me the toys, and I will be your guide,<br> And to your host the city's gates unbar."<br> Then to the walls each eager warrior rushed,<br> And on the base Tarpeia as he passed,<br> Each from his arm the massive circlet cast,<br> Till her slight form beneath the weight was crushed.<br> Thus are our idle wishes. Thus we sigh<br> For some imagined good yet unattained; --<br> For wealth, or fame, or love, and which once gained<br> May like a curse o'er all our future lie.<br> Thus in our blindness do we ask of fate,<br> The gifts that once bestowed may crush us with their weight.</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=115247" data-title="Sonnet. Tarpeia de Anne Lynch Botta" data-description=""Give me the bracelets that your warriors wear,"/ The Roman traitress to the Sabine cried,/ "Give me the toys, and I will be your guide,/ And to your host the city's gates unbar."/ Then to the walls each eager warrior rushed,/ And on the base T..."></div> </div> </div>

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