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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=359062" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>First Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, well can I the day recall, when first<br>The conflict fierce of love I felt, and said:<br>If _this_ be love, how hard it is to bear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With eyes still fixed intent upon the ground,<br>I saw but _her_, whose artless innocence,<br>Triumphant took possession of this heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, Love, how badly hast thou governed me!<br>Why should affection so sincere and pure,<br>Bring with it such desire, such suffering?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why not serene, and full, and free from guile<br>But sorrow-laden, and lamenting sore,<br>Should joy so great into my heart descend?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O tell me, tender heart, that sufferest so,<br>Why with that thought such anguish should be blent,<br>Compared with which, all other thoughts were naught?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That thought, that ever present in the day,<br>That in the night more vivid still appeared,<br>When all things round in sweet sleep seemed to rest:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou, restless, both with joy and misery<br>Didst with thy constant throbbings weary so<br>My breast, as panting in my bed I lay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when worn out with grief and weariness,<br>In sleep my eyes I closed, ah, no relief<br>It gave, so broken and so feverish!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How brightly from the depths of darkness, then,<br>The lovely image rose, and my closed eyes,<br>Beneath their lids, their gaze upon it fed!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O what delicious impulses, diffused,<br>My weary frame with sweet emotion filled!<br>What myriad thoughts, unstable and confused,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Were floating in my mind! As through the leaves<br>Of some old grove, the west wind, wandering,<br>A long, mysterious murmur leaves behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as I, silent, to their influence yield,<br>What saidst thou, heart, when she departed, who<br>Had caused thee all thy throbs, and suffering?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No sooner had I felt within, the heat<br>Of love's first flame, than with it flew away<br>The gentle breeze, that fanned it into life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sleepless I lay, until the dawn of day;<br>The steeds, that were to leave me desolate,<br>Their hoofs were beating at my father's gate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I, in mute suspense, poor timid fool,<br>With eye that vainly would the darkness pierce,<br>And eager ear intent, lay, listening,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That voice to hear, if, for the last time, I<br>Might catch the accents from those lovely lips;<br>The voice alone; all else forever lost!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How many vulgar tones my doubtful ear<br>Would smite, with deep disgust inspiring me,<br>With doubt tormented, holding hard my breath!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when, at last, that voice into my heart<br>Descended, passing sweet, and when the sound<br>Of horses and of wheels had died away;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In utter desolation, then, my head<br>I in my pillow buried, closed my eyes,<br>And pressed my hand against my heart, and sighed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, listlessly, my trembling knees across<br>The silent chamber dragging, I exclaimed,<br>'Nothing on earth can interest me more!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bitter recollection cherishing<br>Within my breast, to every voice my heart,<br>To every face, insensible remained.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long I remained in hopeless sorrow drowned;<br>As when the heavens far and wide their showers<br>Incessant pour upon the fields around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor had I, Love, thy cruel power known,<br>A boy of eighteen summers flown, until<br>That day, when I thy bitter lesson learned;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I each pleasure held in scorn, nor cared<br>The shining stars to see, or meadows green,<br>Or felt the charm of holy morning light;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The love of glory, too, no longer found<br>An echo in my irresponsive breast,<br>That, once, the love of beauty with it shared.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My favorite studies I neglected quite;<br>And those things vain appeared, compared with which,<br>I used to think all other pleasures vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! how could I have changed so utterly?<br>How could one passion all the rest destroy?<br>Indeed, what helpless mortals are we all!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart my only comfort was, and with<br>That heart, in conference perpetual,<br>A constant watch upon my grief to keep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My eye still sought the ground, or in itself<br>Absorbed, shrank from encountering the glance<br>Of lovely or unlovely countenance;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The stainless image fearing to disturb,<br>So faithfully reflected in my breast;<br>As winds disturb the mirror of the lake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And that regret, that I could not enjoy<br>Such happiness, which weighs upon the mind,<br>And turns to poison pleasure that has passed,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did still its thorn within my bosom lodge,<br>As I the past recalled; but shame, indeed,<br>Left not its cruel sting within this heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To heaven, to you, ye gentle souls, I swear,<br>No base desire intruded on my thought;<br>But with a pure and sacred flame I burned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That flame still lives, and that affection pure;<br>Still in my thought that lovely image breathes,<br>From which, save heavenly, I no other joy,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have ever known; my only comfort, now!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Count+Giacomo+Leopardi">Count Giacomo Leopardi</a><div class=q>
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The conflict fierce of love I felt, and said:
If _this_ be love, how hard it is to bear!

With eyes still fixed intent upon the ground,
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