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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=359072" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Portrait Of A Beautiful Woman,</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">CARVED ON HER MONUMENT.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Such _wast_ thou: now in earth below,<br>Dust and a skeleton thou art.<br>Above thy bones and clay,<br>Here vainly placed by loving hands,<br>Sole guardian of memory and woe,<br>The image of departed beauty stands.<br>Mute, motionless, it seems with pensive gaze<br>To watch the flight of the departing days.<br>That gentle look, that, wheresoe'er it fell,<br>As now it seems to fall,<br>Held fast the gazer with its magic spell;<br>That lip, from which as from some copious urn,<br>Redundant pleasure seems to overflow;<br>That neck, on which love once so fondly hung;<br>That loving hand, whose tender pressure still<br>The hand it clasped, with trembling joy would thrill;<br>That bosom, whose transparent loveliness<br>The color from the gazer's cheek would steal;<br>All these _have been_; and now remains alone<br>A wretched heap of bones and clay,<br>Concealed from sight by this benignant stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To this hath Fate reduced<br>The form, that, when with life it beamed,<br>To us heaven's liveliest image seemed.<br>O Nature's endless mystery!<br>To-day, of grand and lofty thoughts the source,<br>And feelings not to be described,<br>Beauty rules all, and seems,<br>Like some mysterious splendor from on high<br>Forth-darted to illuminate<br>This dreary wilderness;<br>Of superhuman fate,<br>Of fortunate realms, and golden worlds,<br>A token, and a hope secure<br>To give our mortal state;<br>To-morrow, for some trivial cause,<br>Loathsome to sight, abominable, base<br>Becomes, what but a little time before<br>Wore such an angel face;<br>And from our minds, in the same breath,<br>The grand conception it inspired,<br>Swift vanishes and leaves no trace.<br>What infinite desires,<br>What visions grand and high,<br>In our exalted thought,<br>With magic power creates, true harmony!<br>O'er a delicious and mysterious sea,<br>The exulting spirit glides,<br>As some bold swimmer sports in Ocean's tides:<br>But oh, the mischief that is wrought,<br>If but one accent out of tune<br>Assaults the ear! Alas, how soon<br>Our paradise is turned to naught!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O human nature, why is this?<br>If frail and vile throughout,<br>If shadow, dust thou art, say, why<br>Hast thou such fancies, aspirations high?<br>And yet, if framed for nobler ends,<br>Alas, why are we doomed<br>To see our highest motives, truest thoughts,<br>By such base causes kindled, and consumed?</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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Such _wast_ thou: now in earth below,
Dust and a skeleton thou art.
Above thy bones and clay,
Here vainly placed by loving hands,
Sole guardian of memory and woe,
The image of departed beauty stands.
Mute, motionless, it ..."></div>
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