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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396251" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Marion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Marion! why that pensive brow?<br>What disgust to life hast thou?<br>Change that discontented air;<br>Frowns become not one so fair.<br>'Tis not love disturbs thy rest,<br>Love's a stranger to thy breast;<br>He in dimpling smiles appears,<br>Or mourns in weedy timid tears'<br>Or bends the languid eyelid down,<br>But shuns the cold forbidding frown.<br>Then resume thy former fire<br>Some will love, and all admire;<br>While that icy aspect chills us,<br>Nought but cool indifference thrills us.<br>Wou'dst thou wandering hearts beguile,<br>Smile at least, or seem to smile.<br>Eyes like thine were never meant<br>To hide their orbs in dark restraint.<br>Spite of all thou fain wouldst say,<br>Still in truant beams they play.<br>Thy lips – but here my modest Muse<br>Her impulse chaste must needs refuse:<br>She blushes, curt'sies, frowns,– in short she<br>Dreads lest the subject should transport me;<br>And flying off in search of reason,<br>Brings prudence back in proper season.<br>All I shall therefore say (whate'er<br>I think, is neither here nor there)<br>Is, that such lips of looks endearing,<br>Were form'd for better things than sneering:<br>Of soothing compliments divested,<br>Advice at least's disinterested;<br>Such is my artless song to thee,<br>From all the flow of flattery free;<br>Counsel like mine is as a brother's,<br>My heart is given to some others;<br>That is to say, unskill'd to cozen<br>It shares itself among a dozen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Marion, adieu! oh, pr'ythee slight not <br>This warning, though it may delight not;<br>And, lest my precepts be displeasing<br>To those who think remonstrance teasing:<br>At once I'll tell thee our opinion<br>Concerning woman's soft dominion:<br>Howe'er we gaze with admiration<br>On eyes of blue or lips carnation,<br>Howe'er the flowing locks attract us,<br>Howe'er those beauties may distract us,<br>Still fickle, we are prone to rove,<br>These cannot fix our souls to love;<br>It is not too severe a stricture<br>To say they form a pretty picture;<br>But wouldst thou see the secret chain<br>Which binds us in your humble train,<br>To hail you queens of all creation,<br>Know, in a word, 'tis ANIMATION.</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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What disgust to life hast thou?
Change that discontented air;
Frowns become not one so fair.
'Tis not love disturbs thy rest,
Love's a stranger to thy breast;
He in dimpling smiles appears,
Or mourns in weedy timid t..."></div>
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