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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396186" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stanzas For Music: There's Not A Joy The World Can Give</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away<br>When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay;<br>'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast,<br>But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness<br>Are driven o'er the shoals of guilt, or ocean of excess:<br>The magnet of their course is gone, or only points in vain<br>The shore to which their shivered sail shall never stretch again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down;<br>It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own;<br>That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears,<br>And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast,<br>Through midnight hours that yield no more their former hope of rest,<br>'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruined turret wreath— <br>All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and grey beneath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, could I feel as I have felt, or be what I have been,<br>Or weep as I could once have wept, o'er many a vanished scene;<br>As springs in deserts found seem sweet, all brackish though they be,<br>So, midst the withered waste of life, those tears would flow to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a><div class=q>
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When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay;
'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast,
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