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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391642" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ruin And Its Flowers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweets of the wild! that breathe and bloom,<br>On this lone tow'r, this ivy'd wall;<br>Lend to the gale a rich perfume,<br>And grace the ruin in its fall;<br>Tho' doom'd, remote from careless eye,<br>To smile, to flourish, and to die,<br>In solitude sublime,<br>Oh! ever may the spring renew,<br>Your balmy scent and glowing hue,<br>To deck the robe of time!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Breathe, fragrance! breathe, enrich the air,<br>Tho' wasted on its wing unknown!<br>Blow, flow'rets! blow, tho' vainly fair,<br>Neglected and alone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These tow'rs, that long withstood the blast,<br>These mossy tow'rs are mouldering fast,<br>While Flora's children stay;<br>To mantle o'er the lonely pile,<br>To gild destruction with a smile,<br>And beautify decay!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweets of the wild! uncultur'd blowing,<br>Neglected in luxuriance glowing;<br>From the dark ruins frowning near,<br>Your charms in brighter tints appear,<br>And richer blush assume;<br>You smile with softer beauty crown'd,<br>Whilst, all is desolate around,<br>Like sun-shine on a tomb!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou hoary pile! majestic still,<br>Memento of departed fame!<br>While roving o'er the moss-clad hill,<br>I ponder on thine ancient name!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here grandeur, beauty, valour, sleep,<br>That here, so oft have shone supreme;<br>While glory, honor, fancy, weep,<br>That vanish'd is the golden dream!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where are the banners, waving proud,<br>To kiss the summer-gale of ev'n?<br>All purple as the morning-cloud,<br>All streaming to the winds of heav'n!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is the harp, by rapture strung,<br>To melting song, or martial story?<br>Where are the lays the minstrel sung,<br>To loveliness, or glory?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lorn echo of these mouldering walls,<br>To thee no festal measure calls;<br>No music thro' the desert-halls,<br>Awakes thee to rejoice!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How still thy sleep! as death profound,<br>As if, within this lonely round,<br>A step-a note-a whisper'd sound, <br>Had ne'er arous'd thy voice!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou hear'st the zephyr murmuring, dying,<br>Thou hear'st the foliage waving, sighing;<br>But ne'er again shall harp, or song,<br>These dark, deserted courts along,<br>Disturb thy calm repose;<br>The harp is broke, the song is fled,<br>The voice is hush'd, the bard is dead;<br>And never shall thy tones repeat,<br>Or lofty strain, or carol sweet,<br>With plaintive close!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Proud castle! tho' the days are flown,<br>When once thy tow'rs in glory shone;<br>When music thro' thy turrets rung,<br>When banners o'er thy ramparts hung,<br>Tho' 'midst thine arches, frowning lone,<br>Stern desolation rear his throne;<br>And silence, deep and awful, reign,<br>Where echoed once the choral strain;<br>Yet oft, dark ruin! ling'ring here,<br>The muse will hail thee with a tear;<br>Here, when the moon-light, quiv'ring, beams,<br>And thro' the fringing ivy streams,<br>And softens ev'ry shade sublime,<br>And mellows ev'ry tint of time,<br>Oh ! here shall contemplation love,<br>Unseen, and undisturb'd, to rove;<br>And bending o'er some mossy tomb,<br>Where valor sleeps, or beauties bloom,<br>Shall weep for glory's transient day,<br>And grandeur's evanescent ray!<br>And list'ning to the swelling blast,<br>Shall wake the spirit of the past,<br>Call up the forms of ages fled, <br>Of warriors and of minstrels dead;<br>Who sought the field, who struck the lyre,<br>With all ambition's kindling fire!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor wilt thou, Spring! refuse to breathe,<br>Soft odours on this desert-air;<br>Refuse to twine thine earliest wreath,<br>And fringe these tow'rs with garlands fair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweets of the wild, oh! ever bloom,<br>Unheeded on this ivy'd wall!<br>Lend to the gale a rich perfume,<br>And grace the ruin in its fall!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus, round Misfortune's holy head,<br>Would Pity wreaths of honor spread;<br>Like you, thus blooming on this lonely pile,<br>She seeks despair, with heart-reviving smile!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q>
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On this lone tow'r, this ivy'd wall;
Lend to the gale a rich perfume,
And grace the ruin in its fall;
Tho' doom'd, remote from careless eye,
To smile, to flourish, and to die,
In solitude sublime,
Oh! ev..."></div>
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