<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115593" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Captive Dove</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor restless dove, I pity thee;<br>And when I hear thy plaintive moan,<br>I mourn for thy captivity,<br>And in thy woes forget mine own.<br>To see thee stand prepared to fly,<br>And flap those useless wings of thine,<br>And gaze into the distant sky,<br>Would melt a harder heart than mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain ­ in vain! Thou canst not rise:<br>Thy prison roof confines thee there;<br>Its slender wires delude thine eyes,<br>And quench thy longings with despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, thou wert made to wander free<br>In sunny mead and shady grove,<br>And, far beyond the rolling sea,<br>In distant climes, at will to rove!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, hadst thou but one gentle mate<br>Thy little drooping heart to cheer,<br>And share with thee thy captive state,<br>Thou couldst be happy even there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, even there, if, listening by,<br>One faithful dear companion stood,<br>While gazing on her full bright eye,<br>Thou mightst forget thy native wood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But thou, poor solitary dove,<br>Must make, unheard, thy joyless moan;<br>The heart, that Nature formed to love,<br>Must pine, neglected, and alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bront%C3%AB">Anne Brontë</a> from <i>Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell</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=115593" data-title="The Captive Dove de Anne Brontë" data-description="Poor restless dove, I pity thee;/And when I hear thy plaintive moan,/I mourn for thy captivity,/And in thy woes forget mine own./To see thee stand prepared to fly,/And flap those useless wings of thine,/And gaze into the distant sky,/Would melt a ..."></div> </div> </div>

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