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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416943" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To the Memory of Mrs. Lefroy who died Dec:r 16 -- my Birthday.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The day returns again, my natal day;<br>What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise!<br>Beloved friend, four years have pass'd away<br>Since thou wert snatch'd forever from our eyes.-- <br>The day, commemorative of my birth<br>Bestowing Life and Light and Hope on me,<br>Brings back the hour which was thy last on Earth.<br>Oh! bitter pang of torturing Memory!-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Angelic Woman! past my power to praise<br>In Language meet, thy Talents, Temper, mind.<br>Thy solid Worth, they captivating Grace!--<br>Thou friend and ornament of Humankind!-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Johnson's death by Hamilton t'was said,<br>'Seek we a substitute--Ah! vain the plan,<br>No second best remains to Johnson dead--<br>None can remind us even of the Man.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So we of thee--unequall'd in thy race<br>Unequall'd thou, as he the first of Men.<br>Vainly we wearch around the vacant place,<br>We ne'er may look upon thy like again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come then fond Fancy, thou indulgant Power,--<br>--Hope is desponding, chill, severe to thee!--<br>Bless thou, this little portion of an hour,<br>Let me behold her as she used to be. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see her here, with all her smiles benign,<br>Her looks of eager Love, her accents sweet.<br>That voice and Countenance almost divine!--<br>Expression, Harmony, alike complete.-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I listen--'tis not sound alone--'tis sense,<br>'Tis Genius, Taste and Tenderness of Soul.<br>'Tis genuine warmth of heart without pretence<br>And purity of Mind that crowns the whole. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She speaks; 'tis Eloquence--that grace of Tongue<br>So rare, so lovely!--Never misapplied<br>By her to palliate Vice, or deck a Wrong,<br>She speaks and reasons but on Virtue's side. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her's is the Engergy of Soul sincere.<br>Her Christian Spirit ignorant to feign,<br>Seeks but to comfort, heal, enlighten, chear,<br>Confer a pleasure, or prevent a pain.-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can ought enhance such Goodness?--Yes, to me,<br>Her partial favour from my earliest years<br>Consummates all.--Ah! Give me yet to see<br>Her smile of Love.--the Vision diappears. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis past and gone--We meet no more below.<br>Short is the Cheat of Fancy o'er the Tomb.<br>Oh! might I hope to equal Bliss to go!<br>To meet thee Angel! in thy future home!-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fain would I feel an union in thy fate,<br>Fain would I seek to draw an Omen fair<br>From this connection in our Earthly date.<br>Indulge the harmless weakness--Reason, spare.--</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jane+Austen">Jane Austen</a><div class=q>
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What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise!
Beloved friend, four years have pass'd away
Since thou wert snatch'd forever from our eyes.-- 
The day, commemorative of my birth
Bestowing Life and Light and Hope on..."></div>
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