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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode to Fanny</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Physician Nature! Let my spirit blood! <br>O ease my heart of verse and let me rest; <br>Throw me upon thy Tripod, till the flood <br>Of stifling numbers ebbs from my full breast. <br>A theme! a theme! great nature! give a theme; <br>Let me begin my dream. <br>I come -- I see thee, as thou standest there, <br>Beckon me not into the wintry air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! dearest love, sweet home of all my fears, <br>And hopes, and joys, and panting miseries, -- <br>To-night, if I may guess, thy beauty wears <br>A smile of such delight, <br>As brilliant and as bright, <br>As when with ravished, aching, vassal eyes, <br>Lost in soft amaze, <br>I gaze, I gaze!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who now, with greedy looks, eats up my feast? <br>What stare outfaces now my silver moon! <br>Ah! keep that hand unravished at the least; <br>Let, let, the amorous burn -- <br>But pr'ythee, do not turn <br>The current of your heart from me so soon. <br>O! save, in charity, <br>The quickest pulse for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Save it for me, sweet love! though music breathe <br>Voluptuous visions into the warm air; <br>Though swimming through the dance's dangerous wreath, <br>Be like an April day, <br>Smiling and cold and gay, <br>A temperate lilly, temperate as fair; <br>Then, Heaven! there will be <br>A warmer June for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why, this, you'll say, my Fanny! is not true: <br>Put your soft hand upon your snowy side, <br>Where the heart beats: confess -- 'tis nothing new -- <br>Must not a woman be <br>A feather on the sea, <br>Sway'd to and fro by every wind and tide? <br>Of as uncertain speed <br>As blow-ball from the mead?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know it -- and to know it is despair <br>To one who loves you as I love, sweet Fanny! <br>Whose heart goes fluttering for you every where, <br>Nor, when away you roam, <br>Dare keep its wretched home, <br>Love, love alone, his pains severe and many: <br>Then, loveliest! keep me free, <br>From torturing jealousy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! if you prize my subdued soul above <br>The poor, the fading, brief, pride of an hour; <br>Let none profane my Holy See of love, <br>Or with a rude hand break <br>The sacramental cake: <br>Let none else touch the just new-budded flower; <br>If not -- may my eyes close, <br>Love! on their lost repose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Keats">John Keats</a><div class=q>
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O ease my heart of verse and let me rest; 
Throw me upon thy Tripod, till the flood 
Of stifling numbers ebbs from my full breast. 
A theme! a theme! great nature! give a theme; 
Let me begin my dream. 
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