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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447570" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cupid And Swallows Flying From Winter. By Dagley</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'We fly from the cold.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">AWAY , away, o'er land and sea,<br>This is now no home for me;<br>My light wings may never bear<br>Northern cloud or winter air.<br>Murky shades are gathering fast,<br>Sleet and snow are on the blast,<br>Trees from which the leaves are fled,<br>Flowers whose very roots are dead,<br>Grass of its green blade bereft,<br>These are all that now are left.<br>--Linger here another day,<br>I shall be as sad as they;<br>My companions fly with spring,<br>I too must be on the wing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where are the sweet gales whose song<br>Wont to waft my darts along?<br>Scented airs! oh, not like these,<br>Rough as they which sweep the seas;<br>But those sighs of rose which bring<br>Incense from their wandering.<br>Where are the bright flowers that kept<br>Guard around me while I slept?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the sunny eyes whose beams<br>Waken'd me from my soft dreams?--<br>These are with the swallows gone,--<br>Beauty's heart is chill'd to stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! for some sweet southern clime,<br>Where 'tis ever summer time,--<br>Where, if blossoms fall, their tomb<br>Is amid new birth of bloom,--<br>Where green leaves are ever springing,<br>Where the lark is always singing,--<br>One of those bright isles which lie<br>Fair beneath an azure sky,<br>Isles of cinnamon and spice,<br>Shadow each of Paradise,--<br>Where the flowers shine with dyes,<br>Tinted bright from the sun-rise,--<br>Where the birds which drink their dew,<br>Wave wings of yet brighter hue,<br>And each river's course is roll'd<br>Over bed of pearl and gold!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! for those lime-scented groves<br>Where the Spanish lover roves,<br>Tuning to the western star,<br>His soft song and light guitar,--<br>Where the dark hair'd girls are dancing,<br>Fairies in the moonlight glancing,<br>With pencill'd brows, and radiant eyes,<br>Like their planet-lighted skies!<br>Or those clear Italian lakes<br>Where the silver cygnet makes<br>Its soft nest of leaf and flower,<br>A white lily for its bower!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each of these a home would be,<br>Fit for beauty and for me:<br>I must seek their happier sphere<br>While the Winter lords it here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Letitia+Elizabeth+Landon">Letitia Elizabeth Landon</a><div class=q>
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AWAY , away, o'er land and sea,
This is now no home for me;
My light wings may never bear
Northern cloud or winter air.
Murky shades are gathering fast,
Sleet and snow are on the blast,
Trees from which the leaves are fled..."></div>
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