<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396248" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To M</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! did those eyes, instead of fire,<br> With bright, but mild affection shine:<br>Though they might kindle less desire,<br> Love, more than mortal, would be thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For thou art form'd so heavenly fair,<br> Howe'er those orbs may wildly beam,<br>We must admire, but still despair;<br> That fatal glance forbids esteem.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Nature stamp'd thy beauteous birth,<br> So much perfection in thee shone,<br>She fear'd that, too divine for earth,<br> The skies might claim thee for their own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore, to guard her dearest work,<br> Lest angels might dispute the prize,<br>She bade a secret lightning lurk,<br> Within those once celestial eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These might the boldest Sylph appall,<br> When gleaming with meridian blaze;<br>Thy beauty must enrapture all;<br> But who can dare thine ardent gaze?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis said that Berenice's hair,<br> In stars adorns the vault of heaven;<br>But they would ne'er permit thee there,<br> Who wouldst so far outshine the seven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For did those eyes as planets roll,<br> Thy sister-lights would scarce appear:<br>E'en suns, which systems now control,<br> Would twinkle dimly through their sphere.</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> <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=396248" data-title="To M de Byron" data-description="Oh! did those eyes, instead of fire, With bright, but mild affection shine: Though they might kindle less desire, Love, more than mortal, would be thine. For thou art form'd so heavenly fair, Howe'er those orbs may wildly beam, We must admire,..."></div> </div> </div>

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