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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116799" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To the Earl of Clare</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tu semper amoris<br>Sis memor, et cari comitis ne abscedat imago.<br>- Flavian Epic 'Argonaut', Book IV, lines 36-37<br>Never forget your love;<br>Never let the vision of your beloved comrade slip from your mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> <br>Friend of my youth! when young we roved,<br>Like striplings, mutually beloved,<br> With Friendship's purest glow,<br>The bliss which wing'd those rosy hours<br>Was such as Pleasure seldom showers<br> On mortals here below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The recollection seems, alone,<br>Dearer than all the joys I've known,<br> When distant far from you:<br>Though pain, 'tis still a pleasing pain,<br>To trace those days and hours again,<br> And sigh again, adieu!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My pensive memory lingers o'er<br>Those scenes to be enjoy'd no more,<br> Those scenes regretted ever;<br>The measure of our youth is full,<br>Life's evening dream is dark and dull,<br> And we may meet--ah! never!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As when one parent spring supplies<br>Two streams which from one fountain rise,<br> Together join'd in vain;<br>How soon, diverging from their source,<br>Each, murmuring, seeks another course,<br> Till mingled in the Main!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our vital streams of weal or woe,<br>Though near, alas! distinctly flow,<br> Nor mingle as before:<br>Now swift or slow, now black or clear,<br>Till death's unfathom'd gulf appear,<br> And both shall quit the shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our souls, my Friend! which once supplied<br>One wish, nor breathed a thought beside,<br> Now flow in different channels:<br>Disdaining humbler rural sports,<br>'Tis yours to mix in polish'd courts,<br> And shine in fashion's annals;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis mine to waste on love my time,<br>Or vent my reveries in rhyme,<br> Without the aid of reason;<br>For sense and reason (critics know it)<br>Have quitted every amorous poet,<br> Nor left a thought to seize on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor LITTLE! sweet, melodious bard!<br>Of late esteem'd it monstrous hard<br> That he, who sang before all;--<br>He who the lore of love expanded,--<br>By dire reviewers should be branded<br> As void of wit and moral.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet, while Beauty's praise is thine,<br>Harmonious favourite of the Nine!<br> Repine not at thy lot.<br>Thy soothing lays may still be read,<br>When Persecution's arm is dead,<br> And critics are forgot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still I must yield those worthies merit,<br>Who chasten, with unsparing spirit,<br> Bad rhymes, and those who write them;<br>And though myself may be the next<br>By criticism to be vext,<br> I really will not fight them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perhaps they would do quite as well<br>To break the rudely sounding shell<br> Of such a young beginner:<br>He who offends at pert nineteen,<br>Ere thirty may become, I ween,<br> A very harden'd sinner.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, Clare, I must return to you;<br>And, sure, apologies are due:<br> Accept, then, my concession.<br>In truth, dear Clare, in fancy's flight<br>I soar along from left to right;<br> My muse admires digression.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think I said 'twould be your fate<br>To add one star to royal state;--<br> May regal smiles attend you!<br>And should a noble monarch reign,<br>You will not seek his smiles in vain,<br> If worth can recommend you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet since in danger courts abound,<br>Where specious rivals glitter round,<br> From snares may saints preserve you;<br>And grant your love or friendship ne'er<br>From any claim a kindred care,<br> But those who best deserve you!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not for a moment may you stray<br>From truth's secure, unerring way!<br> May no delights decoy!<br>O'er roses may your footsteps move,<br>Your smiles be ever smiles of love,<br> Your tears be tears of joy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! if you wish that happiness<br>Your coming days and years may bless,<br> And virtues crown your brow;<br>Be still as you were wont to be,<br>Spotless as you've been known to me,--<br>Be still as you are now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And though some trifling share of praise,<br>To cheer my last declining days,<br> To me were doubly dear;<br>Whilst blessing your beloved name,<br>I'd waive at once a poet's fame,<br> To prove a prophet here.</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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