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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396256" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Romance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Parent of golden dreams, Romance!<br> Auspicious Queen of childish joys,<br>Who lead'st along, in airy dance,<br> Thy votive train of girls and boys;<br>At length, in spells no longer bound,<br> I break the fetters of my youth;<br>No more I tread thy mystic round,<br> But leave thy realms for those of Truth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet 'tis hard to quit the dreams<br> Which haunt the unsuspicious soul,<br>Where every nymph a goddess seems,<br> Whose eyes through rays immortal roll;<br>While Fancy holds her boundless reign,<br> And all assume a varied hue;<br>When Virgins seem no longer vain,<br> And even Woman's smiles are true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And must we own thee, but a name,<br> And from thy hall of clouds descend?<br>Nor find a Sylph in every dame,<br> A Pylades in every friend?<br>But leave, at once, thy realms of air i<br> To mingling bands of fairy elves;<br>Confess that woman's false as fair,<br> And friends have feeling for---themselves?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With shame, I own, I've felt thy sway;<br> Repentant, now thy reign is o'er;<br>No more thy precepts I obey,<br> No more on fancied pinions soar;<br>Fond fool! to love a sparkling eye,<br> And think that eye to truth was dear;<br>To trust a passing wanton's sigh,<br> And melt beneath a wanton's tear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Romance! disgusted with deceit,<br> Far from thy motley court I fly,<br>Where Affectation holds her seat,<br> And sickly Sensibility;<br>Whose silly tears can never flow<br> For any pangs excepting thine;<br>Who turns aside from real woe,<br> To steep in dew thy gaudy shrine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now join with sable Sympathy,<br> With cypress crown'd, array'd in weeds,<br>Who heaves with thee her simple sigh,<br> Whose breast for every bosom bleeds;<br>And call thy sylvan female choir,<br> To mourn a Swain for ever gone,<br>Who once could glow with equal fire,<br> But bends not now before thy throne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye genial Nymphs, whose ready tears<br> On all occasions swiftly flow;<br>Whose bosoms heave with fancied fears,<br> With fancied flames and phrenzy glow<br>Say, will you mourn my absent name,<br> Apostate from your gentle train<br>An infant Bard, at least, may claim<br> From you a sympathetic strain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Adieu, fond race! a long adieu!<br> The hour of fate is hovering nigh;<br>E'en now the gulf appears in view,<br> Where unlamented you must lie:<br>Oblivion's blackening lake is seen,<br> Convuls'd by gales you cannot weather,<br>Where you, and eke your gentle queen,<br> Alas! must perish altogether.</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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 Auspicious Queen of childish joys,
Who lead'st along, in airy dance,
 Thy votive train of girls and boys;
At length, in spells no longer bound,
 I break the fetters of my youth;
No more I tread thy mystic round,
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