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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431336" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Another Imitation Of Anacreon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">PRONE, on my couch I calmly slept<br>Against my wont. A little child<br>Awoke me as he gently crept<br>And beat my door. A tempest wild<br>Was raging-dark and cold the night.<br>"Have pity on my naked plight,"<br>He begged, "and ope thy door".--"Thy name?"<br>I asked admitting him.--"The same<br>"Anon I'll tell, but first must dry<br>"My weary limbs, then let me try<br>"My mois'ened bow."--Despite my fear<br>The hearth I lit, then drew me near<br>My guest, and chafed his fingers cold.<br>"Why fear?" I thought. "Let me be bold<br>"No Polyphemus he; what harm<br>"In such a child?--Then I'll be calm!"<br>The playful boy drew out a dart,<br>Shook his fair locks, and to my heart<br>His shaft he launch'd.--"Love is my name,"<br>He thankless cried, "I hither came<br>"To tame thee. In thine ardent pain<br>"Of Cupid think and young Climene."--<br>"Ah! now I know thee, little scamp,<br>"Ungrateful, cruel boy! Decamp!"<br>Cupid a saucy caper cut,<br>Skipped through the door, and as it shut,<br>"My bow," he taunting cried, "is sound,<br>"Thy heart, poor comrade, feels the wound."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=La+Fontaine">La Fontaine</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431336" data-title="Another Imitation Of Anacreon de La Fontaine" data-description="PRONE, on my couch I calmly slept Against my wont. A little child Awoke me as he gently crept And beat my door. A tempest wild Was raging-dark and cold the night. "Have pity on my naked plight," He begged, "and ope thy door".--..."></div> </div> </div>
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