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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=407980" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Sensibility</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In SENSIBILITY'S lov'd praise<br>I tune my trembling reed,<br>And seek to deck her shrine with bays,<br>On which my heart must bleed!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No cold exemption from her pain<br>I ever wish to know;<br>Cheer'd with her transport, I sustain<br>Without complaint her woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Above whate'er content can give,<br>Above the charm of ease,<br>The restless hopes and fears, that live<br>With her, have power to please.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where, but for her, were Friendship's power<br>To heal the wounded heart,<br>To shorten sorrow's ling'ring hour,<br>And bid its gloom depart?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis she that lights the melting eye<br>With looks to anguish dear;<br>She knows the price of every sigh,<br>The value of a tear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She prompts the tender marks of love<br>Which words can scarce express;<br>The heart alone their force can prove,<br>And feel how much they bless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of every finer bliss the source!<br>'Tis she on love bestows<br>The softer grace, the boundless force,<br>Confiding passion knows;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When to another, the fond breast<br>Each thought for ever gives;<br>When on another leans for rest,<br>And in another lives!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quick, as the trembling metal flies<br>When heat or cold impels,<br>Her anxious heart to joy can rise,<br>Or sink where anguish dwells!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet though her soul must griefs sustain<br>Which she alone can know,<br>And feel that keener sense of pain<br>Which sharpens every woe;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though she, the mourners' grief to calm,<br>Still shares each pang they feel,<br>And, like the tree distilling balm,<br>Bleeds others' wounds to heal;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though she, whose bosom, fondly true,<br>Has never wish'd to range,<br>One alter'd look will trembling view,<br>And scarce can bear the change;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though she, if death the bands should tear<br>She vainly thought secure,<br>Through life must languish in despair,<br>That never hopes a cure;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though wounded by some vulgar mind,<br>Unconscious of the deed,<br>Who never seeks those wounds to bind,<br>But wonders why they bleed;--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She oft will heave a secret sigh,<br>Will shed a lonely tear,<br>O'er feelings nature wrought so high,<br>And gave on terms so dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet who would hard INDIFFERENCE choose,<br>Whose breast no tears can steep?<br>Who, for her apathy, would lose<br>The sacred power to weep?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though in a thousand objects pain<br>And pleasure tremble nigh,<br>Those objects strive to reach in vain<br>The circle of her eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cold as the fabled god appears<br>To the poor suppliant's grief,<br>Who bathes the marble form in tears,<br>And vainly hopes relief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, GREVILLE ! why the gifts refuse<br>To souls like thine allied?<br>No more thy nature seem to lose,<br>No more thy softness hide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more invoke the playful sprite<br>To chill, with magic spell,<br>The tender feelings of delight,<br>And anguish sung so well;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That envied case thy heart would prove<br>Were sure too dearly bought<br>With friendship, sympathy, and love,<br>And every finer thought.</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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I tune my trembling reed,
And seek to deck her shrine with bays,
On which my heart must bleed!

No cold exemption from her pain
I ever wish to know;
Cheer'd with her transport, I sustain
Without complaint her woe.

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