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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343088" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Origin of the Sail</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Sweet maid! on whom my wishes rest,<br>My morning thought, my midnight dream,<br>O grant Lysander's fond request,<br>And let those eyes with mercy beam!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Thy coy delays at length give o'er,<br>And let me claim thy nuptial vow!<br>Bid that cold bosom, cold no more,<br>With mutual passion's ardour glow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;To yonder isle amidst the sea,<br>Which sportive laves those mountains' feet,<br>Beloved Euphrasia, haste with me,<br>And there the priest of Hymen meet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;There, spicy groves thick foliage spread<br>The timid virgin's blush to hide;<br>There, gales which tender languors shed<br>Diffuse the richest perfumes wide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;O! blest retreat for happy love!<br>And see the sun's descending beams<br>Now richly gild each distant grove,<br>And shed around soft roseate gleams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Then let this bark for thee designed,<br>For thee by anxious fondness drest,<br>Yon beauteous island strive to find,<br>And bear us o'er the ocean's breast.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here paused the youth, and round her waist<br>His arm with timid boldness threw;<br>While from his grasp, with blushing haste,<br>The pleased yet frowning fair withdrew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And wilt thou scorn my suit?&quot; he said,<br>While in despair his hands he wrung....<br>&quot;Behold!&quot; replied the yielding maid,<br>And to the bark she, sighing, sprung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, fondly seated by her side,<br>The youth her fluttered spirits cheered,<br>And o'er the eve-empurpled tide<br>To find the priest of Hymen steered.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But too, too slow for lovers' haste<br>The sluggish bark appeared to move;<br>Still lengthening seemed the watry waste,<br>To thy fond glances, eager love!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At length with fruitless wishes tired,<br>The fretful youth to Cupid prayed;<br>Who, pitying power! a thought inspired<br>The ardent suppliant's will to aid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To hide her face from Love's keen gaze,<br>O'er which Consent's soft languor spread,<br>Within her veil's luxuriant maze<br>Euphrasia wrapt her beauteous head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now that veil the youth unbinds,<br>Then to the bark with ardour ties....<br>See! its folds catch the passing winds,<br>And lo, to land the vessel flies!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But not alone, youth loved of heaven!<br>Thy glowing bosom blessed that hour;<br>The thought, to crown thy wishes given,<br>Still charms with never-ending power:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And grateful ages yet unborn<br>Shall bless Euphrasia's floating veil;<br>Thence dawned on Art a brighter morn,<br>For thence she framed the swelling sail.</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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My morning thought, my midnight dream,
O grant Lysander's fond request,
And let those eyes with mercy beam!

&quot;Thy coy delays at length give o'er,
And let me claim thy nuptial vow!
Bid that cold bosom,..."></div>
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