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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=407950" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Queen Mary's Complaint</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pale moon! thy mild benignant light<br>May glad some other captive's sight;<br>Bright'ning the gloomy objects nigh,<br>Thy beams a lenient thought supply:<br>But, O, pale moon! what ray of thine<br>Can soothe a misery like mine,<br>Chase the sad image of the past,<br>And woes for ever doom'd to last?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where are the years with pleasure gay?<br>How bright their course! how short their stay!<br>Where are the crowns, that round my head<br>A double glory vainly spread?<br>Where are the beauties wont to move,<br>The grace, converting awe to love?<br>Alas! had fate design'd to bless,<br>Its equal hand had giv'n me less!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why did the regal garb array<br>A breast that tender passions sway?<br>A soul of unsuspicious frame,<br>Which leans with faith on friendship's name?<br>Ye vanish'd hopes! ye broken ties!<br>By perfidy, in friendship's guise,<br>This breast was injur'd, lost, betray'd--<br>Where, where shall MARY look for aid?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How could I hope redress to find,<br>Stern rival! from thy envious mind?<br>How could I e'er thy words believe?<br>O ever practised to deceive!<br>Thy wiles abhorr'd shall please alone<br>Cold bosoms, selfish as thy own;<br>While ages hence indignant hear<br>The horrors of my fate severe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>V. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have not thy unrelenting hands<br>Torn nature's most endearing bands?<br>Whate'er I hop'd from woman's name,<br>The ties of blood, the stranger's claim!<br>A sister-queen's despairing breast<br>On thee securely lean'd for rest;<br>On thee! from whom that breast has bled<br>With sharper ills than those I fled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VI. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, skill'd in every baser art! <br>Tyrant! to this unguarded heart<br>No guilt so black as thine belongs,<br>Which loads my length'ning years with wrongs.<br>Strike, then, at once, insatiate foe,<br>The long premeditated blow!<br>So shall thy jealous terrors cease,<br>And MARY'S harass'd soul have peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Helen+Maria+Williams">Helen Maria Williams</a><div class=q>
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Pale moon! thy mild benignant light
May glad some other captive's sight;
Bright'ning the gloomy objects nigh,
Thy beams a lenient thought supply:
But, O, pale moon! what ray of thine
Can soothe a misery like mine,
Chase the sad image of the p..."></div>
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