<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37447" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Twickenham Garden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with tears,<br> Hither I come to seek the spring,<br>And at mine eyes, and at mine ears,<br> Receive such balms as else cure every thing.<br> But O ! self-traitor, I do bring<br>The spider Love, which transubstantiates all,<br>And can convert manna to gall;<br>And that this place may thoroughly be thought<br>True paradise, I have the serpent brought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twere wholesomer for me that winter did<br> Benight the glory of this place,<br>And that a grave frost did forbid<br> These trees to laugh and mock me to my face;<br> But that I may not this disgrace<br>Endure, nor yet leave loving, Love, let me<br>Some senseless piece of this place be;<br>Make me a mandrake, so I may grow here,<br>Or a stone fountain weeping out my year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hither with crystal phials, lovers, come,<br> And take my tears, which are love's wine,<br>And try your mistress' tears at home,<br> For all are false, that taste not just like mine.<br> Alas ! hearts do not in eyes shine,<br>Nor can you more judge women's thoughts by tears,<br>Than by her shadow what she wears.<br>O perverse sex, where none is true but she,<br>Who's therefore true, because her truth kills me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Donne">John Donne</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=37447" data-title="Twickenham Garden de John Donne" data-description="Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with tears,/ Hither I come to seek the spring,/And at mine eyes, and at mine ears,/ Receive such balms as else cure every thing./ But O ! self-traitor, I do bring/The spider Love, which transubstantiates all,/And..."></div> </div> </div>

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