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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421122" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Some Ladies</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What though while the wonders of nature exploring, <br>I cannot your light, mazy footsteps attend; <br>Nor listen to accents, that almost adoring, <br>Bless Cynthia's face, the enthusiast’s friend: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet over the steep, whence the mountain stream rushes, <br>With you, kindest friends, in idea I rove; <br>Mark the clear tumbling crystal, its passionate gushes, <br>Its spray that the wild flower kindly bedews. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why linger you so, the wild labyrinth strolling? <br>Why breathless, unable your bliss to declare? <br>Ah! you list to the nightingale’s tender condoling, <br>Responsive to sylphs, in the moon beamy air. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis morn, and the flowers with dew are yet drooping, <br>I see you are treading the verge of the sea: <br>And now! ah, I see it--you just now are stooping <br>To pick up the keep-sake intended for me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If a cherub, on pinions of silver descending, <br>Had brought me a gem from the fret-work of heaven; <br>And smiles, with his star-cheering voice sweetly blending, <br>The blessings of Tighe had melodiously given; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It had not created a warmer emotion <br>Than the present, fair nymphs, I was blest with from you <br>Than the shell, from the bright golden sands of the ocean <br>Which the emerald waves at your feet gladly threw. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, indeed, 'tis a sweet and peculiar pleasure, <br>(And blissful is he who such happiness finds,) <br>To possess but a span of the hour of leisure, <br>In elegant, pure, and aerial minds.</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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Nor listen to accents, that almost adoring, 
Bless Cynthia's face, the enthusiast’s friend: 

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