<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116711" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On the Death of a Young Lady</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><i>Cousin to the Author, and very dear to him.</i></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hush'd are the winds, and still the evening gloom,<br>Not e'en a zephyr wanders through the grove,<br>Whilst I return, to view my Margaret's tomb,<br>And scatter flowers on the dust I love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within this narrow cell reclines her clay,<br>That clay, where once such animation beam'd;<br>The King of Terrors seized her as his prey,<br>Not worth nor beauty have her life redeem'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! could that King of Terrors pity feel,<br>Or Heaven reverse the dread decree of fate,<br>Not here, the mourner would his grief reveal,<br>Not her the muse her virtues would relate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But wherefore weep? Her matchless spirit soars<br>Beyond where splendid shines the orb of day;<br>And weeping angels lead her to those bowers<br>Where endless pleasures virtuous deeds repay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And shall presumptuous mortals Heaven arraign,<br>And, madly, godlike Providence accuse?<br>Ah! no, far fly from me attempts so vain;--<br>I'll ne'er submission to my God refuse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet is remembrance of those virtues dear,<br>Yet fresh the memory of that beauteous face;<br>Still they call forth my warm affection's tear,<br>Still in my heart retain their wonted place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</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=116711" data-title="On the Death of a Young Lady de Byron" data-description="Hush'd are the winds, and still the evening gloom,/Not e'en a zephyr wanders through the grove,/Whilst I return, to view my Margaret's tomb,/And scatter flowers on the dust I love./Within this narrow cell reclines her clay,/That clay, where once s..."></div> </div> </div>

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