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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wooden Doll And The Wax Doll</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THERE were two friends, a very charming pair,<br>Brunette the brown, and Blanchidine the fair; <br>And she to love Brunette did constantly incline,<br>Nor less did Brunette love sweet Blanchidine. <br>Brunette in dress was neat, yet always plain; <br>But Blanchidine of finery was vain. <br>Now Blanchidine a new acquaintance made– <br>A little girl most sumptuously array'd, <br>In plumes and ribbons, gaudy to behold,<br>And India frock, with spots of shining gold. <br>Said Blanchidine, 'A girl so richly dress'd,<br>Should surely be by every one caress'd. <br>To play with me, if she will condescend,<br>Henceforth 'tis she alone shall be my friend. ' <br>And so for this new friend in silks adorn'd, <br>Her poor Brunette was slighted, left, and scorn'd. <br>Of Blanchidine's vast stock of pretty toys,<br>A wooden doll her every thought employs, <br>Its neck so white, so smooth, its cheeks so red–<br>She kiss'd, she fondled, and she took to bed. <br>Mamma now brought her home a doll of wax, <br>Its hair in ringlets white, and soft as flax; <br>Its eyes could open and its eyes could shut; <br>And on it, too, with taste its clothes were put. <br>'My dear wax doll!' sweet Blanchidine would cry–<br>Her doll of wood was thrown neglected by. <br>One summer's day, 'twas in the month of June,<br>The sun blazed out all in the heat of noon: <br>'My waxen doll,' she cried, 'my dear, my charmer! <br>What, are you cold? but you shall soon be warmer.' <br>She laid it in the sun–misfortune dire! <br>The wax ran down as if before the fire! <br>Each beauteous feature quickly disappear'd, <br>And melting, left a blank all soil'd and smear'd. <br>Her doll disfigured, she beheld amazed,<br>And thus express'd her sorrow as she gazed: <br>'Is it for you my heart I have estranged<br>From that I fondly loved, which has not changed? <br>Just so may change my new acquaintance fine,<br>For whom I left Brunette, that friend of mine. <br>No more by outside show will I be lured; <br>Of such capricious whims I think I'm cured: <br>To plain old friends my heart shall still be true,<br>Nor change for every face because 'tis new. ' <br>Her slighted wooden doll resumed its charms,<br>And wronged Brunette she clasp'd within her arms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ann+Taylor">Ann Taylor</a><div class=q>
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Brunette the brown, and Blanchidine the fair; 
And she to love Brunette did constantly incline,
Nor less did Brunette love sweet Blanchidine. 
Brunette in dress was neat, yet always plain; 
But Blanchi..."></div>
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