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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418739" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Beauteous Flower - Son Of The Imprisioned Count</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">COUNT.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I KNOW a flower of beauty rare,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, how I hold it dear!<br>To seek it I would fain repair,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Were I not prison'd here.<br>My sorrow sore oppresses me,<br>For when I was at liberty,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had it close beside me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though from this castle's walls so steep</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cast mine eyes around,<br>And gaze oft from the lofty keep,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The flower can not be found.<br>Whoe'er would bring it to my sight,<br>Whether a vassal he, or knight,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My dearest friend I'd deem him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE ROSE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I blossom fair,--thy tale of woes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hear from 'neath thy grate.<br>Thou doubtless meanest me, the rose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor knight of high estate!<br>Thou hast in truth a lofty mind;<br>The queen of flowers is then enshrin'd,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I doubt not, in thy bosom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">COUNT.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy red, in dress of green array'd,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As worth all praise I hold;<br>And so thou'rt treasured by each maid</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like precious stones or gold.<br>Thy wreath adorns the fairest face<br>But still thou'rt not the flower whose grace</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I honour here in silence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE LILY.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rose is wont with pride to swell,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever seeks to rise;<br>But gentle sweethearts love full well</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lily's charms to prize,<br>The heart that fills a bosom true,<br>That is, like me, unsullied too,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My merit values duly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">COUNT.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In truth, I hope myself unstain'd,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And free from grievous crime;<br>Yet I am here a prisoner chain'd,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And pass in grief my time,<br>To me thou art an image sure<br>Of many a maiden, mild and pure,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet I know a dearer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE PINK.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That must be me, the pink, who scent</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The warder's garden here;<br>Or wherefore is he so intent</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My charms with care to rear?<br>My petals stand in beauteous ring,<br>Sweet incense all around I fling,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And boast a thousand colours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">COUNT.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pink in truth we should not slight,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the gardener's pride<br>It now must stand exposed to light,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now in the shade abide.<br>Yet what can make the Count's heart glow<br>Is no mere pomp of outward show;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is a silent flower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE VIOLET.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here stand I, modestly half hid,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And fain would silence keep;<br>Yet since to speak I now am bid,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll break my silence deep.<br>If, worthy Knight, I am that flower,<br>It grieves me that I have not power</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To breathe forth all my sweetness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">COUNT.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The violet's charms I prize indeed,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So modest 'tis, and fair,<br>And smells so sweet; yet more I need</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To ease my heavy care.<br>The truth I'll whisper in thine ear:<br>Upon these rocky heights so drear,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cannot find the loved one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The truest maiden 'neath the sky</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Roams near the stream below,<br>And breathes forth many a gentle sigh,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till I from hence can go.<br>And when she plucks a flow'ret blue,<br>And says &quot;Forget-me-not!&quot;--I, too,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though far away, can feel it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ay, distance only swells love's might,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When fondly love a pair;<br>Though prison'd in the dungeon's night,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In life I linger there<br>And when my heart is breaking nigh,<br>&quot;Forget-me-not!&quot; is all I cry,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And straightway life returneth.</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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I KNOW a flower of beauty rare,

Ah, how I hold it dear!
To seek it I would fain repair,

Were I not prison'd here.
My sorrow sore oppresses me,
For when I was at liberty,

I had it close beside me.

Though from this castle's walls so stee..."></div>
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