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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426432" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Stella, Written On The Day Of Her Birth. March 13, 1723-4, But Not On The Subject, When I Was Sick In Bed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tormented with incessant pains,<br>Can I devise poetic strains?<br>Time was, when I could yearly pay<br>My verse to Stella's native day:<br>But now unable grown to write,<br>I grieve she ever saw the light.<br>Ungrateful! since to her I owe<br>That I these pains can undergo.<br>She tends me like an humble slave;<br>And, when indecently I rave,<br>When out my brutish passions break,<br>With gall in every word I speak,<br>She with soft speech my anguish cheers,<br>Or melts my passions down with tears;<br>Although 'tis easy to descry<br>She wants assistance more than I;<br>Yet seems to feel my pains alone,<br>And is a stoic in her own.<br>When, among scholars, can we find<br>So soft and yet so firm a mind?<br>All accidents of life conspire<br>To raise up Stella's virtue higher;<br>Or else to introduce the rest<br>Which had been latent in her breast.<br>Her firmness who could e'er have known,<br>Had she not evils of her own?<br>Her kindness who could ever guess,<br>Had not her friends been in distress?<br>Whatever base returns you find<br>From me, dear Stella, still be kind.<br>In your own heart you'll reap the fruit,<br>Though I continue still a brute.<br>But, when I once am out of pain,<br>I promise to be good again;<br>Meantime, your other juster friends<br>Shall for my follies make amends;<br>So may we long continue thus,<br>Admiring you, you pitying us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Swift">Jonathan Swift</a><div class=q>
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Can I devise poetic strains?
Time was, when I could yearly pay
My verse to Stella's native day:
But now unable grown to write,
I grieve she ever saw the light.
Ungrateful! since to her I owe
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