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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393433" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Triumph Of Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">By love are blest the gods on high,<br>Frail man becomes a deity<br> When love to him is given;<br>'Tis love that makes the heavens shine<br>With hues more radiant, more divine,<br> And turns dull earth to heaven!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Pyrrha's rear (so poets sang<br> In ages past and gone),<br>The world from rocky fragments sprang--<br> Mankind from lifeless stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their soul was but a thing of night,<br> Like stone and rock their heart;<br>The flaming torch of heaven so bright<br> Its glow could ne'er impart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young loves, all gently hovering round,<br>Their souls as yet had never bound<br> In soft and rosy chains;<br>No feeling muse had sought to raise<br>Their bosoms with ennobling lays,<br> Or sweet, harmonious strains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Around each other lovingly<br> No garlands then entwined;<br>The sorrowing springs fled toward the sky,<br> And left the earth behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From out the sea Aurora rose<br> With none to hail her then;<br>The sun unhailed, at daylight's close,<br> In ocean sank again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In forests wild, man went astray,<br>Misled by Luna's cloudy ray--<br> He bore an iron yoke;<br>He pined not for the stars on high,<br>With yearning for a deity<br> No tears in torrents broke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">.....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But see! from out the deep-blue ocean<br>Fair Venus springs with gentle motion<br>The graceful Naiad's smiling band<br>Conveys her to the gladdened strand,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A May-like, youthful, magic power<br>Entwines, like morning's twilight hour,<br>Around that form of godlike birth,<br>The charms of air, sea, heaven, and earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The day's sweet eye begins to bloom<br>Across the forest's midnight gloom;<br> Narcissuses, their balm distilling,<br> The path her footstep treads are filling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A song of love, sweet Philomel,<br> Soon carolled through the grove;<br>The streamlet, as it murmuring fell,<br> Discoursed of naught but love,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pygmalion! Happy one! Behold!<br>Life's glow pervades thy marble cold!<br>Oh, LOVE, thou conqueror all-divine,<br>Embrace each happy child of thine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">.....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By love are blest the gods on high,--<br>Frail man becomes a deity<br> When love to him is given;<br>'Tis love that makes the heavens shine<br>With hues more radiant, more divine,<br> And turns dull earth to heaven!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">.....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gods their days forever spend<br>In banquets bright that have no end,<br>In one voluptuous morning-dream,<br>And quaff the nectar's golden stream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Enthroned in awful majesty<br>Kronion wields the bolt on high:<br>In abject fear Olympus rocks<br>When wrathfully he shakes his locks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To other gods he leaves his throne,<br>And fills, disguised as earth's frail son,<br> The grove with mournful numbers;<br>The thunders rest beneath his feet,<br>And lulled by Leda's kisses sweet,<br> The Giant-Slayer slumbers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the boundless realms of light<br>Phoebus' golden reins, so bright,<br>Guide his horses white as snow,<br>While his darts lay nations low.<br>But when love and harmony<br>Fill his breast, how willingly<br>Ceases Phoebus then to heed<br>Rattling dart and snow-white steed!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See! Before Kronion's spouse<br>Every great immortal bows;<br>Proudly soar the peacock pair<br>As her chariot throne they bear,<br>While she decks with crown of might<br>Her ambrosial tresses bright,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beauteous princess, ah! with fear<br> Quakes before thy splendor, love,<br>Seeking, as he ventures near,<br> With his power thy breast to move!<br>Soon from her immortal throne<br> Heaven's great queen must fain descend,<br>And in prayer for beauty's zone,<br> To the heart-enchainer bend!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">.....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By love are blest the gods on high,<br>Frail man becomes a deity<br> When love to him is given;<br>'Tis love that makes the heavens shine<br>With hues more radiant, more divine,<br> And turns dull earth to heaven!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">.....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis love illumes the realms of night,<br>For Orcus dark obeys his might,<br>And bows before his magic spell<br>All-kindly looks the king of hell<br>At Ceres' daughter's smile so bright,--<br>Yes--love illumes the realms of night!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In hell were heard, with heavenly sound,<br>Holding in chains its warder bound,<br>Thy lays, O Thracian one!<br>A gentler doom dread Minos passed,<br>While down his cheeks the tears coursed fast<br>And e'en around Megaera's face<br>The serpents twined in fond embrace,<br>The lashes' work seemed done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Driven by Orpheus' lyre away,<br>The vulture left his giant-prey [8];<br>With gentler motion rolled along<br> Dark Lethe and Cocytus' river,<br>Enraptured Thracian, by thy song,--<br> And love its burden was forever!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By love are blest the gods on high,<br>Frail man becomes a deity<br> When love to him is given;<br>'Tis love that makes the heavens shine<br>With hues more radiant, more divine,<br> And turns dull earth to heaven!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">.....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wherever Nature's sway extends,<br>The fragrant balm of love descends,<br> His golden pinions quiver;<br>If 'twere not Venus' eye that gleams<br>Upon me in the moon's soft beams,<br> In sunlit hill or river,--<br>If 'twere not Venus smiles on me<br>From yonder bright and starry sea,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not stars, not sun, not moonbeams sweet,<br>Could make my heart with rapture beat.<br>'Tis love alone that smilingly<br>Peers forth from Nature's blissful eye,<br> As from a mirror ever!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love bids the silvery streamlet roll<br> More gently as it sighs along,<br>And breathes a living, feeling soul<br> In Philomel's sweet plaintive song;<br>'Tis love alone that fills the air<br>With streams from Nature's lute so fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou wisdom with the glance of fire,<br>Thou mighty goddess, now retire,<br> Love's power thou now must feel!<br>To victor proud, to monarch high,<br>Thou ne'er hast knelt in slavery,--<br> To love thou now must kneel!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who taught thee boldly how to climb<br>The steep, but starry path sublime,<br> And reach the seats immortal?<br>Who rent the mystic veil in twain,<br>And showed thee the Elysian plain<br> Beyond death's gloomy portal?<br>If love had beckoned not from high,<br>Had we gained immortality?<br>If love had not inflamed each thought,<br>Had we the master spirit sought?<br>'Tis love that guides the soul along<br>To Nature's Father's heavenly throne</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By love are blest the gods on high,<br>Frail man becomes a deity<br> When love to him is given;<br>'Tis love that makes the heavens shine<br>With hues more radiant, more divine,<br> And turns dull earth to heaven!</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>
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Frail man becomes a deity
 When love to him is given;
'Tis love that makes the heavens shine
With hues more radiant, more divine,
 And turns dull earth to heaven!

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