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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419065" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Poison-Flower</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IIN the evergreen shade of an Austral wood, <br>Where the long branches laced above, <br>Through which all day it seemed <br>The sweet sunbeams down-gleamed <br>Like the rays of a young mother's love, <br>When she hides her glad face with her hands and peeps <br>At the youngling that crows on her knee: <br>'Neath such ray-shivered shade, <br>In a banksia glade, <br>Was this flower first shown to me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A rich pansy it was, with a small white lip <br>And a wonderful purple hood; <br>And your eye caught the sheen <br>Of its leaves, parrot-green, <br>Down the dim gothic aisles of the wood. <br>And its foliage rich on the moistureless sand <br>Made you long for its odorous breath; <br>But ah! 'twas to take <br>To your bosom a snake, <br>For its pestilent fragrance was death. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I saw it again, in a far northern land,— <br>Not a pansy, not purple and white; <br>Yet in beauteous guise<br>Did this poison-plant rise, <br>Fair and fatal again to my sight. <br>And men longed for her kiss and her odorous breath <br>When no friend was beside them to tell<br>That to kiss was to die,<br>That her truth was a lie, <br>And her beauty a soul-killing spell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Boyle+O%27Reilly">John Boyle O'Reilly</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=419065" data-title="The Poison-Flower de John Boyle O'Reilly" data-description="IIN the evergreen shade of an Austral wood, Where the long branches laced above, Through which all day it seemed The sweet sunbeams down-gleamed Like the rays of a young mother's love, When she hides her glad face with her hands and peeps At..."></div> </div> </div>
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