<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353946" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Escape From The Snares Of Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">YOUNG LOVE has chains of metal rare, <br>Heavy as gold-yet light as air: <br>It chanced he caught a heart one day <br>Which struggled hard, as loth to stay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Prudence, poor thing, was lingering near- <br>She whispered in the captive's ear, <br>'Cease, little flutterer; bear thy chain, <br>And soon thou shalt be free again!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No; I assert my right to fly- <br>The chain shall break, and Love shall die <br>What! I remain a willing slave? <br>No-freedom, freedom, or the grave!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meanwhile Love slumbered by his prize <br>His languid limbs and closing eyes <br>Prudence beheld-she spoke again, <br>'Oh! yet a moment bear thy chain!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unheeded prayer! the struggling heart <br>Strove still the slender links to part, <br>While timid Prudence gazed and sighed, <br>Weary of strife, and loth to chide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One moment more the links had broke, <br>But slumbering Love, alarmed, awoke; <br>With iron rivets bound the chain, <br>And turned secure to sleep again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let hearts which now in bondage weep, <br>Repose, till wearied Love shall sleep: <br>Oh! struggle not, lest he should wake ;- <br>Slip off the chain-it will not break.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Caroline+Elizabeth+Sarah+Norton">Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton</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=353946" data-title="Escape From The Snares Of Love de Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton" data-description="YOUNG LOVE has chains of metal rare, Heavy as gold-yet light as air: It chanced he caught a heart one day Which struggled hard, as loth to stay. Prudence, poor thing, was lingering near- She whispered in the captive's ear, 'Cease, little flu..."></div> </div> </div>

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