<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415295" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song, In Imitation Of Shakspeare's</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blow, blow, thou vernal gale!<br>Thy balm will not avail<br>To ease my aching breast;<br>Though thou the billows smooth,<br>Thy murmurs cannot soothe<br>My weary soul to rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>2</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flow, flow, thou tuneful stream!<br>Infuse the easy dream<br>Into the peaceful soul;<br>But thou canst not compose<br>The tumult of my woes,<br>Though soft thy waters roll.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>3</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blush, blush, ye fairest flowers!<br>Beauties surpassing yours<br>My Rosalind adorn;<br>Nor is the Winter's blast,<br>That lays your glories waste,<br>So killing as her scorn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>4</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Breathe, breathe, ye tender lays,<br>That linger down the maze<br>Of yonder winding grove;<br>O let your soft control<br>Bend her relenting soul<br>To pity and to love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>5</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fade, fade, ye flowerets fair!<br>Gales, fan no more the air!<br>Ye streams, forget to glide;<br>Be hush'd each vernal strain;<br>Since nought can soothe my pain,<br>Nor mitigate her pride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Beattie">James Beattie</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=415295" data-title="Song, In Imitation Of Shakspeare's de James Beattie" data-description="1 Blow, blow, thou vernal gale! Thy balm will not avail To ease my aching breast; Though thou the billows smooth, Thy murmurs cannot soothe My weary soul to rest. 2 Flow, flow, thou tuneful stream! Infuse the easy dream Into the peaceful soul;..."></div> </div> </div>

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