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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355421" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode To The Poppy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Written by a deceased friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">NOT for the promise of the labour'd field,<br>Not for the good the yellow harvests yield,<br>I bend at Ceres' shrine;<br>For dull, to human eyes, appear<br>The golden glories of the year,<br>Alas!--a melancholy worship's mine,<br>I hail the goddess for her scarlet flower;<br>Thou brilliant weed,<br>That dost so far exceed<br>The richest gifts gay Flora can bestow:<br>Heedless I pass'd thee, in life's morning hour,<br>(Thou comforter of woe)<br>Till sorrow taught me to confess thy power.<br>In early days, when Fancy cheats,<br>A varied wreath I wove,<br>Of laughing Spring's luxuriant sweets,<br>To deck ungrateful Love:<br>The rose, or thorn, my labours crown'd;<br>As Venus smiled, or Venus frown'd;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Love and Joy, and all their train, are flown;<br>E'en languid Hope no more is mine,<br>And I will sing of thee alone,<br>Unless, perchance, the attributes of Grief,<br>The cypress bud, and willow leaf,<br>Their pale funereal foliage blend with thine.<br>Hail, lovely blossom!--thou canst ease<br>The wretched victims of Disease;<br>Canst close those weary eyes in gentle sleep,<br>Which never open but to weep;<br>For, oh! thy potent charm<br>Can agonizing Pain disarm;<br>Expel imperious Memory from her seat,<br>And bid the throbbing heart forget to beat.<br>Soul-soothing plant! that can such blessings give,<br>By thee the mourner bears to live!<br>By thee the hopeless die!<br>Oh! ever 'friendly to despair,'<br>Might Sorrow's pallid votary dare,<br>Without a crime, that remedy implore,<br>Which bids the spirit from its bondage fly,<br>I'd court thy palliative aid no more;<br>No more I'd sue that thou shouldst spread,<br>Thy spell around my aching head,<br>But would conjure thee to impart<br>Thy balsam for a broken heart;<br>And by thy soft Lethean power,<br>( Inestimable flower)<br>Burst these terrestrial bonds, and other regions try.</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>
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NOT for the promise of the labour'd field,
Not for the good the yellow harvests yield,
I bend at Ceres' shrine;
For dull, to human eyes, appear
The golden glories of the year,
Alas!--a melancholy worship's mine,
I ha..."></div>
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