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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447591" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sir Thomas Lawrence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">DIVINEST art, the stars above <br>Were fated on thy birth to shine;<br>Oh, born of beauty and of love,<br>What early poetry was thine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The softness of Ionian night<br>Upon Ionian summer lay,<br>One planet gave its vesper light,<br>Enough to guide a lover's way;<br>And gave the fountain as it played<br>The semblance of a silvery shower,<br>And as its waters fell, they made<br>A music meet for such an hour;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That, and the tones the gentle wind<br>Won from the leaf, as from a lute,<br>In natural melody combined,<br>Now that all ruder sound was mute;<br>And odours floated on the air,<br>As many a nymph had just unbound<br>The wreath that bound their raven hair,<br>And flung the fragrant tresses round.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pillowed on violet leaves, which prest<br>Filled the sweet chamber with their sighs,<br>Lulled by the lyre's low notes to rest,<br>A Grecian youth in slumber lies;<br>And at his side a maiden stands,<br>The dark hair braided on her brow,<br>The lute within her slender hands,<br>But hushed is all its music now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She would not wake him from his dreams,<br>Although she has so much to say,<br>Although the morning's earliest beams<br>Will see her warrior torn away.<br>How fond and earnest is the gaze<br>Upon these sleeping features thrown,<br>She who yet never dared to raise<br>Her timid eyes to meet his own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She bends her lover's rest above,<br>Thoughtful with gentle hopes and fears,<br>And that unutterable love<br>Which never yet spoke but in tears;<br>She would not that those tears should fall<br>Upon the cherished sleeper's face,<br>She turns, and sees upon the wall<br>Its imaged shade, its perfect grace;<br>With eager hand she marked each line,<br>The shadowy brow, the arching head,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till some creative power divine,<br>Love's likeness o'er love's shadow spread:<br>Since then, what passion and what power<br>Has dwelt upon the painter's art;<br>How has it soothed the absent hour,<br>With looks that wear life's loveliest part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, painter of our English isle,<br>Whose name is now upon my line,<br>Who gave to beauty's blush and smile<br>All that could make them most divine;<br>The fair Ionian's ancient claim<br>Was never paid, till paid by thee,<br>And thou didst honour to her name,<br>By showing what her sex can be.</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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Were fated on thy birth to shine;
Oh, born of beauty and of love,
What early poetry was thine!

The softness of Ionian night
Upon Ionian summer lay,
One planet gave its vesper light,
Enough to guide a lover's way;
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