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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447576" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hebe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">YOUTH! thou art a lovely time, <br>With thy wild and dreaming eyes;<br>Looking onwards to their prime,<br>Coloured by their April skies,<br>Yet I do not wish for thee,<br>Pass, oh! quickly pass from me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou hast all too much unrest,<br>Haunted by vain hopes and fears;<br>Though thy cheeks with smiles be drest,<br>Yet that cheek is wet with tears.<br>Bitter are the frequent showers,<br>Falling in thy sunny hours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let my heart grow calm and cold,<br>Calm to sorrow, cold to love;<br>Let affections loose their hold,<br>Let my spirit look above.<br>I am weary—youth pass on.<br>All thy dearest gifts are gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She in whose sweet form the Greek<br>Bade his loveliest vision dwell;<br>She of yon bright cup and cheek,<br>From her native heaven fell:<br>Type of what may never last,<br>Soon the heaven of youth is past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! farewell—for never more<br>Can thy dreams again be mine;<br>Hope and truth and faith are o'er,<br>And the heart which was their shrine<br>Has no boon of thee to seek,<br>Asking but to rest or break.</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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With thy wild and dreaming eyes;
Looking onwards to their prime,
Coloured by their April skies,
Yet I do not wish for thee,
Pass, oh! quickly pass from me.

Thou hast all too much unrest,
Haunted by vain hopes and f..."></div>
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