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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116722" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Emma</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O come, dearest Emma! the rose is full blown,<br>And the riches of Flora are lavishly strown,<br>The air is all softness, and crystal the streams,<br>And the West is resplendently clothèd in beams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We will hasten, my fair, to the opening glades,<br>The quaintly carved seats, and the freshening shades,<br>Where the faeries are chanting their evening hymns,<br>And in the last sunbeam the sylph lightly swims.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed<br>Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head;<br>There, beauteous Emma, I’ll sit at thy feet,<br>While my story of love I enraptured repeat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So fondly I’ll breathe, and so softly I’ll sigh,<br>Thou wilt think that some amorous Zephyr is nigh-<br>Ah, no! - as I breathe, I will press thy fair knee,<br>And then thou wilt know that the sigh comes from me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then why, lovely girl, should we lose all these blisses?<br>That mortal’s fool who such happiness misses.<br>So smile acquiescence, and give me thy hand,<br>With love-looking eyes, and with voice sweetly bland.</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=116722" data-title="To Emma de Byron" data-description="O come, dearest Emma! the rose is full blown,/And the riches of Flora are lavishly strown,/The air is all softness, and crystal the streams,/And the West is resplendently clothèd in beams./We will hasten, my fair, to the opening glades,/The quain..."></div> </div> </div>
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