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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450007" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Past</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! how sad the recollection! in the midst of joy it<br> springs;<br>What a train of faded pleasures that fond idea brings!<br>All those hours are gone for ever—they were sweet, but<br> pass'd away<br>Like the sunny clouds that vanish in the midst of dying<br> day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have number'd all the sorrows this tortured heart has<br> known;<br>I have counted each delight I would ever call my own;<br>But the moments are so woven, that the guiding clew is<br> gone,<br>And the sorrow and the pleasure blended into one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That one—oh! when we parted, it was glittering in that<br> tear;<br>That one—'twas in the accents that told we both were<br> dear:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It dwelt in those fond glances, too fleet, too early past;<br>It lived in that embrace—the tenderest—the last!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The last! oh, in that word there are ages of despair!<br>No summer thought of brightness can dwell untroubled<br> there;<br>Yet my soul was in that moment so fraught with joy and<br> pain,<br>And ' tis only recollection can give back the soul again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Louisa+Stuart+Costello">Louisa Stuart Costello</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=450007" data-title="The Past de Louisa Stuart Costello" data-description="Oh! how sad the recollection! in the midst of joy it springs; What a train of faded pleasures that fond idea brings! All those hours are gone for ever—they were sweet, but pass'd away Like the sunny clouds that vanish in the midst of dying da..."></div> </div> </div>
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