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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431375" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Little Bell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HOW weak is man! how changeable his mind!<br>His promises are naught, too oft we find;<br>I vowed (I hope in tolerable verse,)<br>Again no idle story to rehearse.<br>And whence this promise?--Not two days ago;<br>I'm quite confounded; better I should know:<br>A rhymer hear then, who himself can boast,<br>Quite steady for--a minute at the most.<br>The pow'rs above could PRUDENCE ne'er design;<br>For those who fondly court the SISTERS NINE.<br>Some means to please they've got, you will confess;<br>But none with certainty the charm possess.<br>If, howsoever, I were doomed to find<br>Such lines as fully would content the mind:<br>Though I should fail in matter, still in art;<br>I might contrive some pleasure to impart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LET'S see what we are able to obtain:--<br>A bachelor resided in Touraine.<br>A sprightly youth, who oft the maids beset,<br>And liked to prattle to the girls he met,<br>With sparkling eyes, white teeth, and easy air,<br>Plain russet petticoat and flowing hair,<br>Beside a rivulet, while Io round,<br>With little bell that gave a tinkling sound,<br>On herbs her palate gratified at will,<br>And gazed and played, and fondly took her fill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">AMONG the rustic nymphs our spark perceived<br>A charming girl, for whom his bosom heaved;<br>Too young, however, to feel the poignant smart,<br>By Cupid oft inflicted on the heart.<br>I will not say thirteen's an age unfit<br>The contrary most fully I admit;<br>The LAW supposes (such its prudent fears)<br>Maturity at still more early years;<br>But this apparently refers to towns,<br>While LOVE was born for groves, and lawns, and downs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE youth exerted ev'ry art to please;<br>But all in vain: he only seemed to teaze:<br>Whate'er he said, however nicely graced,<br>Ill-humour, inexperience, or distaste,<br>Induced the belle, unlearned in Cupid's book;<br>To treat his passion with a froward look.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">BELIEVING ev'ry artifice in love<br>Was tolerated by the pow'rs above,<br>One eve he turned a heifer from the rest;<br>Conducted by the girl his thoughts possessed;<br>The others left, not counted by the fair,<br>(Youth seldom shows the necessary care,)<br>With easy, loit'ring steps the cottage sought,<br>Where ev'ry night they usually were brought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">HER mother, more experienced than the maid,<br>Observed, that from the cattle one had strayed;<br>The girl was scolded much, and sent to find<br>The heifer indiscreetly left behind.<br>Fair Isabella gave a vent to tears;<br>Invoked sweet echo to disperse her fears:<br>Solicited with fervent, piercing cry,<br>To tell her where lorn Io she might spy,<br>Whose little bell the spark deprived of sound;<br>When he withdrew her from the herd around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE lover now the tinkling metal shook;<br>The path that t'wards it led the charmer took.<br>The well known note was pleasing to her ear;<br>Without suspecting treachery was near,<br>She followed to a wood, both deep and large,<br>In hopes at least she might regain her charge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">GUESS her surprise, good reader, when she heard,<br>A lover's voice, who would not be deterred.<br>Said he, fair maid whene'er the heart's on fire,<br>'Tis all permitted that can quench desire.<br>On this, with piercing cries she rent the air;<br>But no one came:--she sunk to dire despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">YE beauteous dames avoid the Sylvan shade;<br>Dread dangers solitary woods pervade.</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>
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His promises are naught, too oft we find;
I vowed (I hope in tolerable verse,)
Again no idle story to rehearse.
And whence this promise?--Not two days ago;
I'm quite confounded; better I should know:
A rhy..."></div>
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