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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451100" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take the name of the swain, a forlorn witless elf<br>Who was chang'd to a flow'r for admiring himself. <br>A part deem'd essential in each lady's dress<br>With what maidens cry when they wish to say yes.<br>A lullabye carriage, soft, cozy and light<br>With the name of the Poet who sang on the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The queen of Cairo, all lovely and winning<br>Whose blandishments ever kept Antony grinning. <br>The flow'r whose odors unremittingly please:<br>With the glory of forests, the king of the trees.<br>To the prince of the fairies, a jealous old knave,<br>Put the name of the tree that undid Mother Eve.<br>To finish the whole, add that period of day<br>When the linnet and thrush to repose hie away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The initials of these, if adjusted with care.<br>Will show you the fairest where thousands are fair.<br>The sweet, pretty graces still hover about her<br>And Cupid would die with vexation without her. <br>When she swims in the dance or wherever she goes<br>She's crowded by witlings, plain-fellows, and beaux<br>Who throng at her elbow and tread on her toes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If a pin or a hankerchief happen to fall<br>To seize on the prise fills with uproar the ball;<br>Such pulling and hawling & shoving & pushing<br>As rivals the racket of 'key and the cushion;'<br>And happy- thrice happy! too happy! the swain<br>Who can replace the pin or bandana again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tho the fellows surround & so humbly adore her<br>The girls on the contrary cannot endure her;<br>Her beauty their beauty forever disgraces<br>And her sweeter face still eclipses their faces-<br>For no lov'ly girl can a lov'ly girl bear<br>And fair ones are ever at war with the fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(Nancy Crooke)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Major+Henry+Livingston+Jr.">Major Henry Livingston Jr.</a><div class=q>
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With what maidens cry when they wish to say yes.
A lullabye carriage, soft, cozy and light
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