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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454944" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode V: Against Suspicion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Oh fly! 'tis dire Suspicion's mien;<br>And, meditating plagues unseen,<br>The sorceress hither bends:<br>Behold her torch in gall imbrued:<br>Behold — her garment drops with blood<br>Of lovers and of friends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>Fly far! Already in your eyes<br>I see a pale suffusion rise;<br>And soon through every vein,<br>Soon will her secret venom spread,<br>And all your heart and all your head<br>Imbibe the potent stain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>Then many a demon will she raise<br>To vex your sleep, to haunt your ways;<br>While gleams of lost delight<br>Raise the dark tempest of the brain,<br>As lightning shines across the main<br>Through whirlwinds and through night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>No more can faith or candor move;<br>But each ingenuous deed of love,<br>Which reason would applaud,<br>Now, smiling o'er her dark distress,<br>Fancy malignant strives to dress<br>Like injury and fraud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.<br>Farewell to virtue's peaceful times:<br>Soon will you stoop to act the crimes<br>Which thus you stoop to fear:<br>Guilt follows guilt: and where the train<br>Begins with wrongs of such a stain,<br>What horrors form the rear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI.<br>'Tis thus to work her baleful power,<br>Suspicion waits the sullen hour<br>Of fretfulness and strife,<br>When care the infirmer bosom wrings,<br>Or Eurus waves his murky wings<br>To damp the seats of life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII.<br>But come, forsake the scene unbless'd<br>Which first beheld your faithful breast<br>To groundless fears a prey:<br>Come, where with my prevailing lyre<br>The skies, the streams, the groves conspire<br>To charm your doubts away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII.<br>Thron'd in the sun's descending car,<br>What power unseen diffuseth far<br>This tenderness of mind?<br>What genius smiles on yonder flood?<br>What god, in whispers from the wood,<br>Bids every thought be kind?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IX.<br>O thou, whate'er thy awful name,<br>Whose wisdom our untoward frame<br>With social love restrains;<br>Thou, who by fair affection's ties<br>Giv'st us to double all our joys<br>And half disarm our pains;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">X.<br>Let universal candor still,<br>Clear as yon heaven-reflecting rill,<br>Preserve my open mind;<br>Nor this nor that man's crooked ways<br>One sordid doubt within me raise<br>To injure human kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mark+Akenside">Mark Akenside</a><div class=q>
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Oh fly! 'tis dire Suspicion's mien;
And, meditating plagues unseen,
The sorceress hither bends:
Behold her torch in gall imbrued:
Behold — her garment drops with blood
Of lovers and of friends.

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Fly far! Already in your eyes
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