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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393464" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Written In A Young Lady's Album</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet friend, the world, like some fair infant blessed,<br> Radiant with sportive grace, around thee plays;<br>Yet 'tis not as depicted in thy breast--<br> Not as within thy soul's fair glass, its rays<br>Are mirrored. The respectful fealty<br>That my heart's nobleness hath won for thee,<br> The miracles thou workest everywhere,<br>The charms thy being to this life first lent,--<br>To it, mere charms to reckon thou'rt content,<br> To us, they seem humanity so fair.<br>The witchery sweet of ne'er-polluted youth,<br>The talisman of innocence and truth--<br> Him I would see, who these to scorn can dare!<br>Thou revellest joyously in telling o'er<br> The blooming flowers that round thy path are strown,--<br>The glad, whom thou hast made so evermore,--<br> The souls that thou hast conquered for thine own.<br>In thy deceit so blissful be thou glad!<br>Ne'er let a waking disenchantment sad<br> Hurl thee despairing from thy dream's proud flight!<br>Like the fair flowerets that thy beds perfume,<br>Observe them, but ne'er touch them as they bloom,--<br> Plant them, but only for the distant sight.<br>Created only to enchant the eye,<br>In faded beauty at thy feet they'll lie,<br> The nearer thee, the nearer their long night!</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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 Radiant with sportive grace, around thee plays;
Yet 'tis not as depicted in thy breast--
 Not as within thy soul's fair glass, its rays
Are mirrored. The respectful fealty
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