<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409096" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 05</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some truths there be are better left unsaid;<br>Much is there that we may not speak unblamed.<br>On words, as wings, how many joys have fled!<br>The jealous fairies love not to be named.<br>There is an old-world tale of one whose bed<br>A genius graced, to all, save him, unknown;<br>One day the secret passed his lips, and sped<br>As secrets speed -- thenceforth he slept alone.<br>Too much, oh! far too much is told in books;<br>Too broad a daylight wraps us all and each.<br>Ah! it is well that, deeper than our looks,<br>Some secrets lie beyond conjecture's reach.<br>Ah! it is well that in the soul are nooks<br>That will not open to the keys of speech.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Timrod">Henry Timrod</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=409096" data-title="Sonnet 05 de Henry Timrod" data-description="Some truths there be are better left unsaid; Much is there that we may not speak unblamed. On words, as wings, how many joys have fled! The jealous fairies love not to be named. There is an old-world tale of one whose bed A genius graced, to all, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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