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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416299" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lavinia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lovely young Lavinia once had friends;<br>And fortune smiled deceitful on her birth:<br>For, in her helpless years deprived of all,<br>Of every stay, save innocence and Heaven,<br>She, with her widow'd mother, feeble, old,<br>And poor, lived in a cottage, far retired<br>Among the windings of a woody vale; <br>By solitude and deep-surrounding shades,<br>But more by bashful modesty, conceal'd.<br>Together thus they shunn'd the cruel scorn<br>Which virtue, sunk to poverty, would meet<br>From giddy passion and low-minded pride; <br>Almost on Nature's common bounty fed,<br>Like the gay birds that sung them to repose,<br>Content, and careless of to-morrow's fare.<br>Her form was fresher than the morning rose,<br>When the dew wets its leaves; unstain'd and pure,<br>As is the lily or the mountain snow.<br>The modest virtues mingled in her eyes,<br>Still on the ground dejected, darting all<br>Their humid means into the blooming flowers;<br>Or when the mournful tale her mother told<br>Of what her faithless fortune promised once,<br>Thrill'd in her thought, they like the dewy star<br>Of evening, shone in tears. A native grace<br>Sat fair-proportion'd on her polish'd limbs,<br>Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire,<br>Beyond the pomp of dress; for loveliness<br>Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,<br>But is, when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most. <br>Thoughtless of beauty, she was beauty's self,<br>Recluse amid the close-embowering woods:<br>As in the hollow breast of Apennine,<br>Beneath the shelter of encircling hills,<br>A myrtle rises, far from human eye,<br>And breathes its balmy fragrance o'er the wild;<br>So flourish'd, blooming, and unseen by all,<br>The sweet Lavinia.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Thomson">James Thomson</a><div class=q>
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And fortune smiled deceitful on her birth:
For, in her helpless years deprived of all,
Of every stay, save innocence and Heaven,
She, with her widow'd mother, feeble, old,
And poor, lived in a cottage, fa..."></div>
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