<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374521" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Of My Lady Isabella Playing on the Lute</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such moving sounds from such a careless touch, <br>So unconcerned herself, and we so much! <br>What art is this, that with so little pains <br>Transports us thus, and o'er the spirit reigns? <br>The trembling strings about her fingers crowd <br>And tell their joy for every kiss aloud. <br>Small force there needs to make them tremble so; <br>Touched by that hand, who would not tremble too? <br>Here love takes stand, and while she charms the ear, <br>Empties his quiver on the listening deer: <br>Music so softens and disarms the mind <br>That not an arrow does resistance find. <br>Thus the fair tyrant celebrates the prize, <br>And acts herself the the triumph of her eyes. <br>So Nero once with harp in hand surveyed <br>His flaming Rome, and as it burned he played.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edmund+Waller">Edmund Waller</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=374521" data-title="Of My Lady Isabella Playing on the Lute de Edmund Waller" data-description="Such moving sounds from such a careless touch, So unconcerned herself, and we so much! What art is this, that with so little pains Transports us thus, and o'er the spirit reigns? The trembling strings about her fingers crowd And tell their jo..."></div> </div> </div>

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