<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116791" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Cornelian</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No specious splendour of this stone<br> Endears it to my memory ever;<br>With lustre only once it shone,<br> And blushed modest as the giver.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some, who can sneer at friendship's ties,<br> Have, for my weakness, oft reproved me;<br>Yet still the simple gift I prize,<br> For I am sure the giver loved me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He offer'd it with downcast look,<br> As fearful that I might refuse it;<br>I told him, when the gift I took,<br> My only fear should be to lose it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This pledge attentively I view'd,<br> And spakling as I held it near,<br>Methought one drop the stone bedew'd,<br> And ever since I've loved a tear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still, to adorn his humble youth,<br> Nor wealth nor birth their treasures yield;<br>But he who seeks the flowers of truth,<br> Must quit the garden for the field.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis not the plant uprear'd in sloth,<br> Which beauty shows, and sheds perfume;<br>The flowers which yield the most of both<br> In Nature's wild luxuriance bloom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Had Fortune aided Nature's care,<br> For once forgetting to be blind,<br>His would have been an ample share,<br> If well proportion'd to his mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But had the goddess clearly seen,<br> His form had fix'd her fickle breast;<br>Her countless hoards would his have been,<br> And none remain'd to give the rest.</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=116791" data-title="The Cornelian de Byron" data-description="No specious splendour of this stone/ Endears it to my memory ever;/With lustre only once it shone,/ And blushed modest as the giver./Some, who can sneer at friendship's ties,/ Have, for my weakness, oft reproved me;/Yet still the simple gift I pri..."></div> </div> </div>

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