<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=369229" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet On An Alpine Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My hand, a little raised, might press a star-<br>Where I may look, the frosted peaks are spun,<br>So shaped before Olympus was begun,<br>Spanned each to each, now, by a silver bar.<br>Thus to face Beauty have I traveled far,<br>But now, as if around my heart were run<br>Hard, lacing fingers, so I stand undone.<br>Of all my tears, the bitterest these are.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who humbly followed Beauty all her ways,<br>Begging the brambles that her robe had passed,<br>Crying her name in corridors of stone,<br>That day shall know his weariedest of days -<br>When Beauty, still and suppliant at last,<br>Does not suffice him, once they are alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dorothy+Parker">Dorothy Parker</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=369229" data-title="Sonnet On An Alpine Night de Dorothy Parker" data-description="My hand, a little raised, might press a star- Where I may look, the frosted peaks are spun, So shaped before Olympus was begun, Spanned each to each, now, by a silver bar. Thus to face Beauty have I traveled far, But now, as if around my heart wer..."></div> </div> </div>

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