<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341426" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Messalina</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gloss is fading from your hair,<br>The glamour from your brow;<br>The light your eyes were wont to wear<br>Attracts no gazer now.<br>O'er sunny forehead, smiling lips,<br>And cheeks of rosy roundness, slips<br>A cruel, premature eclipse,<br>Time should not yet allow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think of one whose homestead lies<br>A stone's-throw from your own,<br>Who, spite of sorrow in her eyes,<br>Hath but more comely grown;<br>Who, robbed while scarce a four-year's bride,<br>Of him, her husband, joy and pride,<br>Whilst yours still labours at your side,<br>Is lovely, though alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For know, 'tis not from loss of state,<br>Nor e'en from loved one's death,<br>Nor any stroke of Time or Fate,<br>That true grace suffereth:<br>That virtue hath a secret charm,<br>Age cannot wither, sorrow harm,<br>Which keepeth even beauty warm<br>After surcease of breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Know, furthermore, that wants debased,<br>Void restlessness in crime,<br>Have almost wholly now defaced<br>What had been spared by Time;<br>That, soul shut in, while sense ajar,<br>Joys which, not mending nature, mar,<br>Entered, and left you what you are-<br>A ruin-ere your prime!</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> <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=341426" data-title="Messalina de Alfred Austin" data-description="The gloss is fading from your hair, The glamour from your brow; The light your eyes were wont to wear Attracts no gazer now. O'er sunny forehead, smiling lips, And cheeks of rosy roundness, slips A cruel, premature eclipse, Time should not yet all..."></div> </div> </div>

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