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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344327" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Clorinda And Damon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">C.<br>Damon come drive thy flocks this way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">D.<br>No : 'tis too late they went astray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">C.<br>I have a grassy Scutcheon spy'd,<br>Where Flora blazons all her pride.<br>The grass I aim to feast thy Sheep :<br>The Flow'rs I for thy Temples keep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">D.<br>Grass withers; and the Flow'rs too fade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">C.<br>Seize the short Joyes then, ere they vade.<br>Seest thou that unfrequented Cave ?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">D.<br>That den?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">C.<br>Loves Shrine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">D.<br>But Virtue's Grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">C.<br>In whose cool bosome we may lye<br>Safe from the Sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">D.<br>Not Heaven's Eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">C.<br>Near this, a Fountaines liquid Bell<br>Tinkles within the concave Shell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">D.<br>Might a Soul bath there and be clean,<br>Or slake its Drought?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">C.<br>What is 't you mean?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">D.<br>These once had been enticing things,<br>Clorinda, Pastures, Caves, and Springs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">C.<br>And what late change?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">D.<br>The other day<br>Pan met me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">C.<br>What did great Pan say?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">D.<br>Words that transcend poor Shepherds skill,<br>But he ere since my Songs does fill:<br>And his Name swells my slender Oate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">C.<br>Sweet must Pan sound in Damons Note.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">D.<br>Clorinda's voice might make it sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">C.<br>Who would not in Pan's Praises meet ?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chorus<br>Of Pan the flowry pastures sing,<br>Caves eccho and the Fountains ring.<br>Sing then while he doth us inspire;<br>For all the world is our Pan's Quire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Marvell">Andrew Marvell</a><div class=q>
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Damon come drive thy flocks this way.

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No : 'tis too late they went astray.

C.
I have a grassy Scutcheon spy'd,
Where Flora blazons all her pride.
The grass I aim to feast thy Sheep :
The Flow'rs I for thy Temples keep.

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Grass withers; a..."></div>
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