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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343071" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Remembrance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How dear to me the twilight hour!<br>It breathes, it speaks of pleasures past;<br>When Laura sought this humble bower,<br>And o'er it courtly splendours cast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fond fancy's friend, dim twilight, hail!<br>Thou canst the absent nymph restore;<br>And as around thy shadows sail,<br>They bring the form I still adore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again her pensive smile I view,<br>Her modest eye's soft chastened fire;<br>And mark her cheek of tender hue<br>From thee a softer tint acquire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No eye but mine in that dim hour<br>The softly blushing maid could see;<br>And then her voice of magic power<br>Charmed with its sweetness none but me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now, alas! to distant plains,<br>To crowded scenes, perhaps, she flies;<br>She speaks, to charm unnumbered swains;<br>She smiles, to bless unnumbered eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet if, while crowds before thee bow,<br>Thy lips to favouring smiles incline,<br>Think not, sweet maid, their bosoms glow<br>With love as pure, as true as mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reflect,....I knelt before thy feet,<br>Afraid to speak, or look, or move,<br>Nor e'en thy pity dared entreat<br>For hours of hopeless pining love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They can with bold unfaltering tongue<br>Their loudly-boasted flame reveal;<br>But, Laura, spurn the heartless throng,<br>They talk of pangs I only feel .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From glowing cheeks, and sparkling eyes,<br>O turn, my Laura! turn to him<br>From whose sunk cheek the colour flies,<br>Whose eye with hopeless love is dim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O turn to me, whose blighted youth<br>The wreck of former days appears!....<br>But well the change has proved my truth,<br>And thou wilt own that change endears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, no; ah, no! forget, forget<br>My ardent love, my faith, and me;<br>Remember not we ever met;<br>I would not cause one pang to thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when I hear that thou art blest,<br>My own distress I'll learn to scorn;<br>I'll bid imperious anguish rest,<br>While smiles my pallid lips adorn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deep in my heart the load of grief,<br>Concealed from every glance, shall lie;<br>Till sorrow proves its own relief,<br>And I shall suffer, smile, and die.</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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It breathes, it speaks of pleasures past;
When Laura sought this humble bower,
And o'er it courtly splendours cast.

Fond fancy's friend, dim twilight, hail!
Thou canst the absent nymph restore;
And as around thy ..."></div>
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