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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To a Beautiful Quaker</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet girl! though only once we met,<br>That meeting I shall ne'er forget;<br>And though we may ne'er meet again,<br>Rememberance will thy form retain.<br>I would not say, "I love", but still<br>My senses struggle with my will:<br>In vain, to drive thee from my breast,<br>My thoughts are more and more represt;<br>In vain I check the rising sighs,<br>Another to the last replies:<br>Perhaps this is not love, but yet<br>Our meeting I can ne'er forget.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What though we never silence broke,<br>Our eyes a sweeter language spoke;<br>The tongue in flattering falsehood deals,<br>And tells a tale it never feels:<br>Deceit the guilty lips impart,<br>And hush the mandates of the heart;<br>But soul's interpreters, the eyes,<br>Spurns such restraint, and scorn disguise.<br>As thus our glances oft conversed,<br>And all our bosoms felt rehearsed,<br>No spirit, from within, reproved us,<br>Say rather, "'twas the spirit moved us."<br>Though what they utter'd I repress,<br>Yet I conceive thou'lt partly guess;<br>For as on thee my memory ponders,<br>Perchance to me thine also wanders,<br>This, for myself, at least, I'll say,<br>Thy form appears through night, through day;<br>Awake, with it my fancy teems;<br>In sleep, it smiles in fleeting dreams;<br>The vision charms the hours away,<br>And bids me curse Aurora's ray<br>For breaking slumbers of delight<br>Which make me wish for endless night.<br>Since, oh! whate'er my future fate,<br>Shall joy or woe my steps await,<br>Tempted by love, by storms beset,<br>Thine image I can ne'er forget.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! again no more we meet,<br>No more our former looks repeat;<br>Then let me breathe this parting prayer,<br>The dictate of my bosom's care:<br>"May Heaven so guard my lovely quaker,<br>That anguish never can o'ertake her;<br>That peace and virture ne'er forsake her<br>But bliss be aye her heart's partaker!<br>Oh! may the happy mortal fated<br>To be, by dearest ties, related,<br>For her each hour new joys discover,<br>And lose the husband in the lover!<br>May that fair bosom never know<br>What 'tis to feel the restless woe<br>Which stings the soul, whith vain regret,<br>Of him who never can forget!"</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>
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