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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343063" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love Elegy, to Henry</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then thou hast learnt the secret of my soul,<br>Officious Friendship has its trust betrayed;<br>No more I need the bursting sigh control,<br>Nor summon pride my struggling soul to aid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But think not banished hope returns again,<br>Think not I write thy thankless heart to move;<br>The faded form that tells my tender pain<br>May win thy pity, but it can't thy love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor can I move thee by soft winning art,<br>By manners taught to charm, or practised glance;<br>Artless as thine, my too too feeling heart<br>Disdains the tutored eye, the fond advance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cold coquette, to win her destined prey,<br>May feign a passion which she ne'er can feel;<br>But I true Passion's soft commands obey,<br>And fain my tender feelings would conceal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In others' eyes, when fixed on thine, I see<br>That fondness painted which alone I know;<br>Think not, my Henry, they can love like me,<br>More love I hide than they can e'er bestow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While tender glances their emotions speak,<br>And oft they heave and oft suppress the sigh;<br>O turn to me, behold my pallid cheek <br>Shrinking from thine, behold my downcast eye!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While they by mirth, by wit, thine ear amuse,<br>And by their eloquence thy plaudits seek;<br>See me the fond contention still refuse,<br>Nor in thy presence, Henry, dare to speak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When asked to breathe the soul-enchanting song,<br>See them o'erjoyed exert their utmost art;<br>While vainly I would join the choral throng,<br>Lost are those tones which once could touch the heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, Henry, wert thou in Love's language wise,<br>Vainly would others more than Emma shine;<br>Beyond their sweetest strains thy heart would prize<br>One faint, one broken, tender tone of mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O proofs of passion, eloquent as vain!<br>By thee unheeded, or perhaps unknown,....<br>But learn, the pangs that prompt this pensive strain,<br>Ere long, disdainful youth, may be thine own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! no....in hopeless love thou canst not pine,<br>Thou ne'er canst woo the brightest maid in vain;<br>For thee Love's star midst cloudless skies will shine,<br>And light thy graceful steps to Hymen's fane:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While I, as hope, and strength, and life recede,<br>Far, far from thee shall waste the languid day;<br>Blest, if the scroll that speaks thy bliss I read,<br>But far more blest to feel life's powers decay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amelia+Opie">Amelia Opie</a><div class=q>
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Officious Friendship has its trust betrayed;
No more I need the bursting sigh control,
Nor summon pride my struggling soul to aid.

But think not banished hope returns again,
Think not I write thy thank..."></div>
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