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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421136" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Woman! When I Behold Thee Flippant, Vain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain, <br>Inconstant, childish, proud, and full of fancies; <br>Without that modest softening that enhances <br>The downcast eye, repentant of the pain <br>That its mild light creates to heal again: <br>E'en then, elate, my spirit leaps, and prances, <br>E'en then my soul with exultation dances <br>For that to love, so long, I've dormant lain: <br>But when I see thee meek, and kind, and tender, <br>Heavens! how desperately do I adore <br>Thy winning graces;--to be thy defender <br>I hotly burn--to be a Calidore-- <br>A very Red Cross Knight--a stout Leander-- <br>Might I be loved by thee like these of yore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Light feet, dark violet eyes, and parted hair; <br>Soft dimpled hands, white neck, and creamy breast, <br>Are things on which the dazzled senses rest <br>Till the fond, fixed eyes, forget they stare. <br>From such fine pictures, heavens! I cannot dare <br>To turn my admiration, though unpossess'd <br>They be of what is worthy,--though not drest <br>In lovely modesty, and virtues rare. <br>Yet these I leave as thoughtless as a lark; <br>These lures I straight forget--e'en ere I dine, <br>Or thrice my palate moisten: but when I mark <br>Such charms with mild intelligences shine, <br>My ear is open like a greedy shark, <br>To catch the tunings of a voice divine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! who can e'er forget so fair a being? <br>Who can forget her half retiring sweets? <br>God! she is like a milk-white lamb that bleats <br>For man's protection. Surely the All-seeing, <br>Who joys to see us with his gifts agreeing, <br>Will never give him pinions, who intreats <br>Such innocence to ruin,--who vilely cheats <br>A dove-like bosom. In truth there is no freeing <br>One's thoughts from such a beauty; when I hear <br>A lay that once I saw her hand awake, <br>Her form seems floating palpable, and near; <br>Had I e'er seen her from an arbour take <br>A dewy flower, oft would that hand appear, <br>And o'er my eyes the trembling moisture shake.</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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Inconstant, childish, proud, and full of fancies; 
Without that modest softening that enhances 
The downcast eye, repentant of the pain 
That its mild light creates to heal again: 
E'en then, elate, my sp..."></div>
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