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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391680" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Eye</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THRONE of expression! whence the spirit's ray<br>Pours forth so oft the light of mental day,<br>Where fancy's fire, affection's melting beam,<br>Thought, genius, passion, reign in turn supreme,<br>And many a feeling, words can ne'er impart,<br>Finds its own language to pervade the heart;<br>Thy power, bright orb, what bosom hath not felt,<br>To thrill, to rouse, to fascinate, to melt!<br>And by some spell of undefined control,<br>With magnet-influence touch the secret soul!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Light of the features! in the morn of youth<br>Thy glance is nature, and thy language truth;<br>And ere the world, with all-corrupting sway,<br>Hath taught e'en thee to flatter and betray,<br>The ingenuous heart forbids thee to reveal,<br>Or speak one thought that interest would conceal;<br>While yet thou seem'st the cloudless mirror, given<br>But to reflect the purity of heaven;<br>O! then how lovely, there unveil'd, to trace<br>The unsullied brightness of each mental grace!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Genius lends thee all his living light,<br>Where the full beams of intellect unite;<br>When love illumes thee with his varying ray,<br>Where trembling Hope and tearful Rapture play;<br>Or Pity's melting cloud thy beam subdues,<br>Tempering its lustre with a veil of dews;<br>Still does thy power, whose all-commanding spell<br>Can pierce the mazes of the soul so well,<br>Bid some new feeling to existence start,<br>From its deep slumbers in the inmost heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And O! when thought, in ecstacy sublime,<br>That soars triumphant o'er the bounds of time,<br>Fires thy keen glance with inspiration's blaze,<br>The light of heaven, the hope of nobler days,<br>(As glorious dreams, for utterance far too high,<br>Flash through the mist of dim mortality <br>Who does not own, that through thy lightning-beams<br>A flame unquenchable, unearthly, streams?<br>That pure, though captive effluence of the sky,<br>The vestal-ray, the spark that cannot die!</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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Pours forth so oft the light of mental day,
Where fancy's fire, affection's melting beam,
Thought, genius, passion, reign in turn supreme,
And many a feeling, words can ne'er impart,
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