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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454954" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode XI: On Love, To A Friend</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>No, foolish youth—To virtuous fame<br>If now thy early hopes be vow'd,<br>If true ambition's nobler flame<br>Command thy footsteps from the croud,<br>Lean not to love's inchanting snare;<br>His songs, his words, his looks beware,<br>Nor join his votaries, the young and fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>By thought, by dangers, and by toils,<br>The wreath of just renown is worn;<br>Nor will ambition's awful spoils<br>The flowery pomp of ease adorn:<br>But love unbends the force of thought;<br>By love unmanly fears are taught;<br>And love's reward with gaudy sloth is bought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>Yet thou hast read in tuneful lays,<br>And heard from many a zealous breast,<br>The pleasing tale of beauty's praise<br>In wisdom's lofty language dress'd;<br>Of beauty powerful to impart<br>Each finer sense, each comelier art,<br>And sooth and polish man's ungentle heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>If then, from love's deceit secure,<br>Thus far alone thy wishes tend,<br>Go; see the white-wing'd evening hour<br>On Delia's vernal walk descend:<br>Go, while the golden light serene,<br>The grove, the lawn, the soften'd scene<br>Becomes the presence of the rural queen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.<br>Attend, while that harmonious tongue<br>Each bosom, each desire commands:<br>Apollo's lute by Hermes strung<br>And touch'd by chaste Minerva's hands,<br>Attend. I feel a force divine,<br>O Delia, win my thoughts to thine;<br>That half the color of thy life is mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI.<br>Yet conscious of the dangerous charm,<br>Soon would i turn my steps away;<br>Nor oft provoke the lovely harm,<br>Nor lull my reason's watchful sway.<br>But thou, my friend—i hear thy sighs:<br>Alass, i read thy downcast eyes;<br>And thy tongue falters; and thy color flies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII.<br>So soon again to meet the fair?<br>So pensive all this absent hour?<br>—O yet, unlucky youth, beware,<br>While yet to think is in thy power.<br>In vain with friendship's flattering name<br>Thy passion veils its inward shame;<br>Friendship, the treacherous fuel of thy flame!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII.<br>Once, I remember, new to love,<br>And dreading his tyrannic chain,<br>I sought a gentle maid to prove<br>What peaceful joys in friendship reign:<br>Whence we forsooth might safely stand,<br>And pitying view the lovesick band,<br>And mock the winged boy's malicious hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IX.<br>Thus frequent pass'd the cloudless day,<br>To smiles and sweet discourse resign'd;<br>While i exulted to survey<br>One generous woman's real mind:<br>Till friendship soon my languid breast<br>Each night with unknown cares possess'd,<br>Dash'd my coy slumbers, or my dreams distress'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">X.<br>Fool that i was—And now, even now<br>While thus i preach the Stoic strain,<br>Unless i shun Olympia's view,<br>An hour unsays it all again.<br>O friend!—when love directs her eyes<br>To pierce where every passion lies,<br>Where is the firm, the cautious, or the wise?</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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No, foolish youth—To virtuous fame
If now thy early hopes be vow'd,
If true ambition's nobler flame
Command thy footsteps from the croud,
Lean not to love's inchanting snare;
His songs, his words, his looks beware,
Nor join his votaries, the ..."></div>
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