<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391029" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Reconciliation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you were mine, in auld lang syne,<br>And when none else your charms might ogle,<br>I'll not deny, fair nymph, that I<br>Was happier than a heathen mogul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SHE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before _she_ came, that rival flame<br>(Had ever mater saucier filia?),<br>In those good times, bepraised in rhymes,<br>I was more famed than Mother Ilia.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">HE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chloe of Thrace! With what a grace<br>Does she at song or harp employ her!<br>I'd gladly die, if only I<br>Could live forever to enjoy her!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SHE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Sybaris so noble is<br>That, by the gods, I love him madly!<br>That I might save him from the grave,<br>I'd give my life, and give it gladly!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">HE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What if _ma belle_ from favor fell,<br>And I made up my mind to shake her;<br>Would Lydia then come back again,<br>And to her quondam love betake her?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SHE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My other beau should surely go,<br>And you alone should find me gracious;<br>For no one slings such odes and things<br>As does the lauriger Horatius!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</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=391029" data-title="The Reconciliation de Eugene Field" data-description="HE When you were mine, in auld lang syne, And when none else your charms might ogle, I'll not deny, fair nymph, that I Was happier than a heathen mogul. SHE Before _she_ came, that rival flame (Had ever mater saucier filia?), In those good time..."></div> </div> </div>

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