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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345271" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ardelia to Melancholy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last, my old inveterate foe,<br>No opposition shalt thou know.<br>Since I by struggling, can obtain<br>Nothing, but encrease of pain,<br>I will att last, no more do soe,<br>Tho' I confesse, I have apply'd<br>Sweet mirth, and musick, and have try'd<br>A thousand other arts beside,<br>To drive thee from my darken'd breast,<br>Thou, who hast banish'd all my rest. <br>But, though sometimes, a short repreive they gave,<br>Unable they, and far too weak, to save;<br>All arts to quell, did but augment thy force,<br>As rivers check'd, break with a wilder course. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Freindship, I to my heart have laid,<br>Freindship, th' applauded sov'rain aid,<br>And thought that charm so strong wou'd prove,<br>As to compell thee, to remove; <br>And to myself, I boasting said,<br>Now I a conqu'rer sure shall be,<br>The end of all my conflicts, see,<br>And noble tryumph, wait on me;<br>My dusky, sullen foe, will sure<br>N'er this united charge endure.<br>But leaning on this reed, ev'n whilst I spoke<br>It peirc'd my hand, and into peices broke.<br>Still, some new object, or new int'rest came<br>And loos'd the bonds, and quite disolv'd the claim. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">These failing, I invok'd a Muse,<br>And Poetry wou'd often use,<br>To guard me from thy Tyrant pow'r;<br>And to oppose thee ev'ry hour<br>New troops of fancy's, did I chuse.<br>Alas! in vain, for all agree<br>To yeild me Captive up to thee,<br>And heav'n, alone, can sett me free. <br>Thou, through my life, wilt with me goe,<br>And make ye passage, sad, and slow. <br>All, that cou'd ere thy ill gott rule, invade,<br>Their uselesse arms, before thy feet have laid;<br>The Fort is thine, now ruin'd, all within,<br>Whilst by decays without, thy Conquest too, is seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Kingsmill+Finch">Anne Kingsmill Finch</a><div class=q>
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No opposition shalt thou know.
Since I by struggling, can obtain
Nothing, but encrease of pain,
I will att last, no more do soe,
Tho' I confesse, I have apply'd
Sweet mirth, and musick, and have try'd
A thousand oth..."></div>
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