<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=349949" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Joy that's half too keen, and true</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joy that's half too keen, and true,<br>Makes us tears.<br>Oh! the sweetness of the tears!<br>If such joy at hand appears,<br>Snatch it, give thine all for it;<br>Joy that is so exquisite,<br>Lost, comes not new.<br>One blossom for a hundred years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grief that's fond and dies not soon<br>Makes delight.<br>Oh! the pain of the delight!<br>If thy grief be love's aright,<br>Tend it close and let it grow:<br>Grief so tender not to know<br>Loses Love's boon.<br>Sweet Philomel sings all the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Augusta+Davies+Webster">Augusta Davies Webster</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=349949" data-title="Joy that's half too keen, and true de Augusta Davies Webster" data-description="Joy that's half too keen, and true, Makes us tears. Oh! the sweetness of the tears! If such joy at hand appears, Snatch it, give thine all for it; Joy that is so exquisite, Lost, comes not new. One blossom for a hundred years. Grief that's fond a..."></div> </div> </div>

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