<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Conflict</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No! I this conflict longer will not wage,<br> The conflict duty claims--the giant task;--<br>Thy spells, O virtue, never can assuage<br> The heart's wild fire--this offering do not ask</div><div style="margin:10px 0">True, I have sworn--a solemn vow have sworn,<br> That I myself will curb the self within;<br>Yet take thy wreath, no more it shall be worn--<br> Take back thy wreath, and leave me free to sin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rent be the contract I with thee once made;--<br> She loves me, loves me--forfeit be the crown!<br>Blessed he who, lulled in rapture's dreamy shade,<br> Glides, as I glide, the deep fall gladly down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sees the worm that my youth's bloom decays,<br> She sees my spring-time wasted as it flees;<br>And, marvelling at the rigor that gainsays<br> The heart's sweet impulse, my reward decrees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Distrust this angel purity, fair soul!<br> It is to guilt thy pity armeth me;<br>Could being lavish its unmeasured whole,<br> It ne'er could give a gift to rival thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thee--the dear guilt I ever seek to shun,<br> O tyranny of fate, O wild desires!<br>My virtue's only crown can but be won<br> In that last breath--when virtue's self expires!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Friedrich+Schiller">Friedrich Schiller</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=393378" data-title="The Conflict de Friedrich Schiller" data-description="No! I this conflict longer will not wage, The conflict duty claims--the giant task;-- Thy spells, O virtue, never can assuage The heart's wild fire--this offering do not ask True, I have sworn--a solemn vow have sworn, That I myself will curb ..."></div> </div> </div>

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