<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355419" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode To Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FRIEND of the wretched! wherefore should the eye<br>Of blank Despair, whence tears have ceased to flow,<br>Be turn'd from thee?--Ah! wherefore fears to die<br>He, who compell'd each poignant grief to know,<br>Drains to its lowest dregs the cup of woe?<br>Would Cowardice postpone thy calm embrace,<br>To linger out long years in torturing pain?<br>Or not prefer thee to the ills that chase<br>Him, who too much impoverish'd to obtain<br>From British Themis right , implores her aid in vain!<br>Sharp goading Indigence who would not fly,<br>That urges toil the exhausted strength above?<br>Or shun the once fond friend's averted eye?<br>Or who to thy asylum not remove,<br>To lose the wasting anguish of ungrateful love?<br>Can then the wounded wretch, who must deplore<br>What most she loved, to thy cold arms consign'd,<br>Who hears the voice that soothed her soul no more,<br>Fear thee , O Death!--Or hug the chains that bind<br>To joyless, cheerless life, her sick, reluctant mind?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, Misery's cure! who e'er in pale dismay<br>Has watch'd the angel form they could not save,<br>And seen their dearest blessing torn away,<br>May well the terrors of thy triumph brave,<br>Nor pause in fearful dread before the opening grave!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charlotte+Smith">Charlotte Smith</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=355419" data-title="Ode To Death de Charlotte Smith" data-description="FRIEND of the wretched! wherefore should the eye Of blank Despair, whence tears have ceased to flow, Be turn'd from thee?--Ah! wherefore fears to die He, who compell'd each poignant grief to know, Drains to its lowest dregs the cup of woe? Would C..."></div> </div> </div>

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