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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355292" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Isabel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now o'er the landscape crowd the deepening shades,<br>And the shut lily cradles not the bee;<br>The red deer couches in the forest glades,<br>And faint the echoes of the slumberous sea:<br>And ere I rest, one prayer I'll breathe for thee,<br>The sweet Egeria of my lonely dreams:<br>Lady, forgive, that ever upon me<br>Thoughts of thee linger, as the soft starbeams<br>Linger on Merlin's rock, or dark Sabrina's streams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On gray Pilatus once we loved to stray,<br>And watch far off the glimmering roselight break<br>O'er the dim mountain-peaks, ere yet one ray<br>Pierced the deep bosom of the mist-clad lake.<br>Oh! who felt not new life within him wake,<br>And his pulse quicken, and his spirit burn -<br>(Save one we wot of, whom the cold DID make<br>Feel 'shooting pains in every joint in turn,')<br>When first he saw the sun gild thy green shores, Lucerne?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And years have past, and I have gazed once more<br>On blue lakes glistening beneath mountains blue;<br>And all seemed sadder, lovelier than before -<br>For all awakened memories of you.<br>Oh! had I had you by my side, in lieu<br>Of that red matron, whom the flies would worry,<br>(Flies in those parts unfortunately do,)<br>Who walked so slowly, talked in such a hurry,<br>And with such wild contempt for stops and Lindley Murray!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Isabel, the brightest, heavenliest theme<br>That ere drew dreamer on to poesy,<br>Since 'Peggy's locks' made Burns neglect his team,<br>And Stella's smile lured Johnson from his tea -<br>I may not tell thee what thou art to me!<br>But ever dwells the soft voice in my ear,<br>Whispering of what Time is, what Man might be,<br>Would he but 'do the duty that lies near,'<br>And cut clubs, cards, champagne, balls, billiard-rooms, and beer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Stuart+Calverley">Charles Stuart Calverley</a><div class=q>
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And the shut lily cradles not the bee;
The red deer couches in the forest glades,
And faint the echoes of the slumberous sea:
And ere I rest, one prayer I'll breathe for thee,
The sweet Egeria of ..."></div>
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