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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418587" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Christel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My senses ofttimes are oppress'd,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oft stagnant is my blood;<br>But when by Christel's sight I'm blest,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feel my strength renew'd.<br>I see her here, I see her there,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And really cannot tell<br>The manner how, the when, the where,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The why I love her well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If with the merest glance I view</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her black and roguish eyes,<br>And gaze on her black eyebrows too,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My spirit upward flies.<br>Has any one a mouth so sweet,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such love-round cheeks as she?<br>Ah, when the eye her beauties meet,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It ne'er content can be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when in airy German dance</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I clasp her form divine,<br>So quick we whirl, so quick advance,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What rapture then like mine!<br>And when she's giddy, and feels warm,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cradle her, poor thing,<br>Upon my breast, and in mine arm,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm then a very king!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when she looks with love on me,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forgetting all but this,<br>When press'd against my bosom, she</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Exchanges kiss for kiss,<br>All through my marrow runs a thrill,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Runs e'en my foot along!<br>I feel so well, I feel so ill,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feel so weak, so strong!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would that such moments ne'er would end!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The day ne'er long I find;<br>Could I the night too with her spend,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">E'en that I should not mind.<br>If she were in mine arms but held,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To quench love's thirst I'd try;<br>And could my torments not be quell'd,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon her breast would die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Johann+Wolfgang+von+Goethe">Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</a><div class=q>
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Oft stagnant is my blood;
But when by Christel's sight I'm blest,

I feel my strength renew'd.
I see her here, I see her there,

And really cannot tell
The manner how, the when, the where,

The why I love her wel..."></div>
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