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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421015" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Receiving A Curious Shell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hast thou from the caves of Golconda, a gem <br>Pure as the ice-drop that froze on the mountain? <br>Bright as the humming-bird's green diadem, <br>When it flutters in sun-beams that shine through a fountain? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hast thou a goblet for dark sparkling wine? <br>That goblet right heavy, and massy, and gold? <br>And splendidly mark'd with the story divine <br>Of Armida the fair, and Rinaldo the bold? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hast thou a steed with a mane richly flowing? <br>Hast thou a sword that thine enemy's smart is? <br>Hast thou a trumpet rich melodies blowing? <br>And wear'st thou the shield of the fam’d Britomartis? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What is it that hangs from thy shoulder, so brave, <br>Embroidered with many a spring peering flower? <br>Is it a scarf that thy fair lady gave? <br>And hastest thou now to that fair lady's bower? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! courteous Sir Knight, with large joy thou art crown'd; <br>Full many the glories that brighten thy youth! <br>I will tell thee my blisses, which richly abound <br>In magical powers to bless, and to sooth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On this scroll thou seest written in characters fair <br>A sun-beamy tale of a wreath, and a chain; <br>And, warrior, it nurtures the property rare <br>Of charming my mind from the trammels of pain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This canopy mark: 'tis the work of a fay; <br>Beneath its rich shade did King Oberon languish, <br>When lovely Titania was far, far away, <br>And cruelly left him to sorrow, and anguish. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, oft would he bring from his soft sighing lute <br>Wild strains to which, spell-bound, the nightingales listened; <br>The wondering spirits of heaven were mute, <br>And tears 'mong the dewdrops of morning oft glistened. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this little dome, all those melodies strange, <br>Soft, plaintive, and melting, for ever will sigh; <br>Nor e'er will the notes from their tenderness change; <br>Nor e'er will the music of Oberon die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, when I am in a voluptuous vein, <br>I pillow my head on the sweets of the rose, <br>And list to the tale of the wreath, and the chain, <br>Till its echoes depart; then I sink to repose. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Adieu, valiant Eric! with joy thou art crown'd; <br>Full many the glories that brighten thy youth, <br>I too have my blisses, which richly abound <br>In magical powers, to bless and to sooth.</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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Pure as the ice-drop that froze on the mountain? 
Bright as the humming-bird's green diadem, 
When it flutters in sun-beams that shine through a fountain? 

Hast thou a goblet for dark sparkling wine? 
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