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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421101" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hadst thou liv'd in days of old, <br>O what wonders had been told <br>Of thy lively countenance, <br>And thy humid eyes that dance <br>In the midst of their own brightness; <br>In the very fane of lightness. <br>Over which thine eyebrows, leaning, <br>Picture out each lovely meaning: <br>In a dainty bend they lie, <br>Like to streaks across the sky, <br>Or the feathers from a crow, <br>Fallen on a bed of snow. <br>Of thy dark hair that extends <br>Into many graceful bends: <br>As the leaves of Hellebore <br>Turn to whence they sprung before. <br>And behind each ample curl <br>Peeps the richness of a pearl. <br>Downward too flows many a tress <br>With a glossy waviness; <br>Full, and round like globes that rise <br>From the censer to the skies <br>Through sunny air. Add too, the sweetness <br>Of thy honied voice; the neatness <br>Of thine ankle lightly turn'd: <br>With those beauties, scarce discern'd, <br>Kept with such sweet privacy, <br>That they seldom meet the eye <br>Of the little loves that fly <br>Round about with eager pry. <br>Saving when, with freshening lave, <br>Thou dipp'st them in the taintless wave; <br>Like twin water lillies, born <br>In the coolness of the morn. <br>O, if thou hadst breathed then, <br>Now the Muses had been ten. <br>Couldst thou wish for lineage higher <br>Than twin sister of Thalia? <br>At least for ever, evermore, <br>Will I call the Graces four. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hadst thou liv'd when chivalry <br>Lifted up her lance on high, <br>Tell me what thou wouldst have been? <br>Ah! I see the silver sheen <br>Of thy broidered, floating vest <br>Cov’ring half thine ivory breast; <br>Which, O heavens! I should see, <br>But that cruel destiny <br>Has placed a golden cuirass there; <br>Keeping secret what is fair. <br>Like sunbeams in a cloudlet nested <br>Thy locks in knightly casque are rested: <br>O’er which bend four milky plumes <br>Like the gentle lilly’s blooms <br>Springing from a costly vase. <br>See with what a stately pace <br>Comes thine alabaster steed; <br>Servant of heroic deed! <br>O'er his loins, his trappings glow <br>Like the northern lights on snow. <br>Mount his back! thy sword unsheath! <br>Sign of the enchanter's death; <br>Bane of every wicked spell; <br>Silencer of dragon's yell. <br>Alas! thou this wilt never do: <br>Thou art an enchantress too, <br>And wilt surely never spill <br>Blood of those whose eyes can kill.</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 what wonders had been told 
Of thy lively countenance, 
And thy humid eyes that dance 
In the midst of their own brightness; 
In the very fane of lightness. 
Over which thine eyebrows, leaning, 
Picture out each..."></div>
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