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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341411" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Let Us Fly!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let us fly! It is long past eleven;<br>The watch-dogs are silent; the moon<br>Hath all but abandoned the heaven,<br>And midnight is sinking in swoon.<br>Not a chirp to be heard in the thicket;<br>The kine are asleep in the byre;<br>All is hushed; here I stand at the wicket,<br>Alone, with my pulses on fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There! silently close you the lattice!<br>Now daintily drop we the latch!<br>What is that? O my pretty one! that is<br>A sparrow that moved in the thatch.<br>Quick! a hasty foot over the orchard!<br>The horses are saddled beyond.<br>To-night 'tis our fate to be tortured,<br>To-morrow night nothing but fond!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet I pause. O my Mabel! my beauty!<br>If they who sleep tranquil within<br>But knew how Love wrestles with Duty,<br>They weakness would call it, not sin!<br>If they, the calm clients of virtue,<br>But once on your bosom had throbbed,<br>They would swear 'twas a crime to desert you,<br>And pardon the felon that robbed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No! Sooner the shade of the cypress<br>Stretch premature over your tomb,<br>Than the tread of the slanderous vipress,<br>Should, pitiless, darken your doom!<br>And in the last Grand Accusation<br>For selfishness, falsehood, or sloth,<br>This act of sublime abnegation<br>Shall, trumpet-tongued, plead for us both</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Giacomo! back to the stable;<br>I shan't want the horses to-night.<br>And see you be gentle with Mabel;<br>It is not her temper, but fright.<br>Soft and warm, deep and broad, be her litter,<br>And her mane most caressingly curled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O God! love is sweet, loss is bitter,<br>And I am alone in the world!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Austin">Alfred Austin</a><div class=q>
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The watch-dogs are silent; the moon
Hath all but abandoned the heaven,
And midnight is sinking in swoon.
Not a chirp to be heard in the thicket;
The kine are asleep in the byre;
All is hushed; here I stand at th..."></div>
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