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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353960" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Purple And White Carnation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'TWAS a bright May morn, and each opening flower <br>Lay sunning itself in Flora's bower; <br>Young Love, who was fluttering round, espied <br>The blossoms so gay in their painted pride; <br>And he gazed on the point of a feathered dart, <br>For mischief had filled the boy-god's heart; <br>And laughed as his bowstring of silk he drew, <br>And away that arrow at random flew: <br>Onward it sped like a ray of light, <br>And fell on a flower of virgin white, <br>Which glanced all snowy and pure at the sun, <br>And wept when his glorious course was run: <br>Two little drops on its pale leaves lay <br>Pure as pearls, but with diamond ray, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Like the tear on Beauty's lid of snow, <br>Which waits but Compassion to bid it flow <br>It rested, that dart; and its pointed tip <br>Sank deep where the bees were wont to sip; <br>And the sickening flower gazed with grief <br>On the purple stains which dimmed each leaf, <br>And the crystal drops on its leaves that stood <br>Blushed with sorrow and shame till they turned to blood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It chanced that Flora, wandering by, <br>Beheld her flow'ret droop and die; <br>And Love laughed in scorn at the flower-queen's woe, <br>As she vainly shook its leaves of snow. <br>Fled from her lip was the smile of light :-- <br>'Oh! who hath worked thee this fell despite! <br>Thou who did'st harm, alas! to none, <br>But joyed'st all day in the beams of the sun!' <br>''Twas Love!' said the flower, and a scented sigh <br>Loaded the gale that murmured by. <br>'Twas Love! and the dew-drops that blushed on the wound <br>Sank slow and sad to the pitying ground. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Twas Love!' said Flora: 'accursed be the power <br>That could blight the bloom of so fair a flower. <br>With whispers and smiles he wins Beauty's ears, <br>But he leaves her nothing save grief and tears. <br>Ye gods! shall he bend with such tyranny still <br>The weak and the strong to his wanton will? <br>No! the hearts that he joins may rude discord sever; <br>Accursed be his power for ever and ever.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She spoke, and wept; and the echo again <br>Repeated the curse, but all in vain-- <br>The tyrant laughed as he fluttered away, <br>Spreading his rainbow wings to the day, <br>And settling at random his feathered darts <br>To spoil sweet flowers, or break fond hearts. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He fled--and the queen o'er her flower in vain <br>Poured the evening dew and the April rain, <br>The purple spots on her heart still were. <br>And she said, as she wept her fruitless care, <br>'The blight and the stain may be washed away, <br>But what Love hath ruined must sink in decay.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she sent it on earth, to dwell below <br>In the autumn fog and the winter snow. <br>And even, 'tis said, on summer eves <br>O'er that sad lost flower she wails and grieves; <br>And the drops that by mortals as dew are seen <br>Are the tears of the mourning flower-queen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when men are gazing with fond delight <br>On its varied leaves, and call them bright, <br>And praise the velvet tints, and say <br>There never was flower more pure and gay: <br>That flow'ret says, as it droops its head, <br>'Alas! for the day when by love I bled; <br>When my feathery flowers were pure and white, <br>And my leaves had no earthly stain or blight, <br>When no chilling blasts around me blew, <br>And in Flora's garden of light I grew. <br>Oh! the blight and the stain may be washed away, <br>But what Love hath ruined must sink in decay.'</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>
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Lay sunning itself in Flora's bower; 
Young Love, who was fluttering round, espied 
The blossoms so gay in their painted pride; 
And he gazed on the point of a feathered dart, 
For mischief had fil..."></div>
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