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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=359145" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mignonne</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whate'er thou dost thou'rt dear.<br>Uncertain troubles sanctify<br>That magic well-spring of the willing tear,<br>Thine eye.<br>Thy jealous fear,<br>With not the rustle of a rival near;<br>Thy careless disregard of all<br>My tenderest care;<br>Thy dumb despair<br>When thy keen wit my worship may construe<br>Into contempt of thy divinity;<br>They please me too!<br>But should it once befall<br>These accidental charms to disappear,<br>Leaving withal<br>Thy sometime self the same throughout the year,<br>So glowing, grave and shy,<br>Kind, talkative and dear<br>As now thou sitt'st to ply<br>The fireside tune <br>Of that neat engine deft at which thou sew'st<br>With fingers mild and foot like the new moon,<br>O, then what cross of any further fate<br>Could my content abate?<br>Forget, then, (but I know<br>Thou canst not so,)<br>Thy customs of some prædiluvian state.<br>I am no Bullfinch, fair my Butterfly,<br>That thou should'st try<br>Those zigzag courses, in the welkin clear;<br>Nor cruel Boy that, fledd'st thou straight<br>Or paused, mayhap<br>Might catch thee, for thy colours, with his cap.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Coventry+Patmore">Coventry Patmore</a><div class=q>
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Uncertain troubles sanctify
That magic well-spring of the willing tear,
Thine eye.
Thy jealous fear,
With not the rustle of a rival near;
Thy careless disregard of all
My tenderest care;
Thy dumb despair
When thy k..."></div>
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