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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391645" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Silver Locks</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tho' youth may boast the curls that flow,<br>In sunny waves of auburn glow;<br>As graceful on thy hoary head,<br>Has time the robe of honor spread,<br>And there, oh ! softly, softly shed,<br>His wreath of snow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As frost-work on the trees display'd,<br>When weeping Flora leaves the shade,<br>E'en more than Flora, charms the sight;<br>E'en so thy locks, of purest white,<br>Survive, in age's frost-work bright,<br>Youth's vernal rose decay'd!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To grace the nymph, whose tresses play<br>Light on the sportive breeze of May,<br>Let other bards the garland twine,<br>Where sweets of ev'ry hue combine;<br>Those locks rever'd, that silvery shine,<br>Invite my lay!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Less white the summer-cloud sublime,<br>Less white the winter's fringing rime;<br>Nor do Belinda's lovelier seem,<br>'A poet's blest, immortal theme',<br>Than thine, which wear the moonlight-beam,<br>Of rev'rend time!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long may the graceful honors smile,<br>Like moss on some declining pile;<br>Oh! much rever'd! may filial care,<br>Around thee, duteous, long repair,<br>Thy joys with tender bliss to share,<br>Thy pains beguile!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long, long, ye snowy ringlets, wave,<br>Long, long, your much-lov'd beauty save!<br>May bliss your latest ev'ning crown,<br>Disarm life's winter of its frown,<br>And soft, ye hoary hairs, go down,<br>In gladness to the grave!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, as the parting beams of day,<br>On mountain-snows reflected play;<br>And tints of roseate lustre shed;<br>Thus, on the snow that crowns thy head,<br>May joy, with ev'ning planet, shed<br>His mildest ray!</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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In sunny waves of auburn glow;
As graceful on thy hoary head,
Has time the robe of honor spread,
And there, oh ! softly, softly shed,
His wreath of snow!

As frost-work on the trees display'd,
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