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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451103" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Vine & Oak, A Fable</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A vine from noblest lineage sprung<br>And with the choicest clusters hung,<br>In purple rob'd, reclining lay,<br>And catch'd the noontide's fervid ray;<br>The num'rous plants that deck the field<br>Did all the palm of beauty yield;<br>Pronounc'd her fairest of their train<br>And hail'd her empress of the plain. <br>A neighb'ring oak whose spiry height<br>In low-hung clouds was hid from sight,<br>Who dar'd a thousand howling storms;<br>Conscious of worth, sublimely stood,<br>The pride and glory of the wood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He saw her all defenseless lay<br>To each invading beast a prey,<br>And wish'd to clasp her in his arms<br>And bear her far away from harms.<br>'Twas love -- 'twas tenderness -- 'twas all<br>That men the tender passion call. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He urg'd his suit but urg'd in vain,<br>The vine regardless of his pain<br>Still flirted with each flippant green<br>With seeing pleas'd, & being seen;<br>And as the syren Flattery sang<br>Would o'er the strains ecstatic hang;<br>Enjoy'd the minutes as they rose<br>Nor fears her bosom discompose. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now the boding clouds arise<br>And scowling darkness veils the skies;<br>Harsh thunders roar -- red lightnings gleam,<br>And rushing torrents close the scene. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fawning, adulating crowd<br>Who late in thronged xx bow'd<br>Now left their goddess of a day<br>To the O'erwhelming flood a prey,<br>which swell'd a deluge poured around<br>& tore her helpless from the ground;<br>Her rifled foliage floated wide<br>And ruby nectar ting'd the tide. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With eager eyes and heart dismayed<br>She look'd but look'd in vain for aid.<br>&quot;And are my lovers fled,&quot; she cry'd,<br>&quot;Who at my feet this morning sigh'd,<br>&quot;And swore my reign would never end<br>&quot;While youth and beauty had a friend?<br>&quot;I am unhappy who believ'd!<br>&quot;And they detested who deceived!<br>&quot;Curse on that whim call'd maiden pride<br>&quot;Which made me shun the name of bride<br>&quot;When yonder oak confessed his flame<br>&quot;And woo'd me in fair honor's name.<br>&quot;But now repentance comes too late<br>&quot;And all forlorn, I meet my fate.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The oak who safely wav'd above<br>Look'd down once more with eyes of love<br>(Love higher wrought with pity join'd<br>True mark of an exalted mind,)<br>Declared her coldness could suspend<br>But not his gen'rous passion end.<br>Beg'd to renew his am'rous plea,<br>As warm for union now as he,<br>To his embraces quick she flew<br>And felt & gave sensations new. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Enrich'd & graced by the sweet prise<br>He lifts her tendrils to the skies;<br>Whilst she, protected and carest,<br>Sinks in his arms completely blest.</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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And with the choicest clusters hung,
In purple rob'd, reclining lay,
And catch'd the noontide's fervid ray;
The num'rous plants that deck the field
Did all the palm of beauty yield;
Pronounc'd her fairest of thei..."></div>
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