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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455597" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Absence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHEN from the craggy mountain's pathless steep,<br>Whose flinty brow hangs o'er the raging sea, <br>My wand'ring eye beholds the foamy deep,<br>I mark the restless surgeand think of THEE. <br>The curling waves, the passing breezes move, <br>Changing and treach'rous as the breath of LOVE; <br>The &quot;sad similitude&quot; awakes my smart, <br>And thy dear image twines about my heart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When at the sober hour of sinking day,<br>Exhausted Nature steals to soft repose, <br>When the hush'd linnet slumbers on the spray,<br>And scarce a ZEPHYR fans the drooping ROSE;<br>I glance o'er scenes of bliss to friendship dear, <br>And at the fond remembrance drop a tear; <br>Nor can the balmy incense soothe my smart, <br>Still cureless sorrow preys upon my heart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the loud gambols of the village throng,<br>Drown the lorn murmurs of the ring-dove's throat; <br>I think I hear thy fascinating song,<br>Join the melodious minstrel's tuneful note <br>My list'ning ear soon tells me 'tis not THEE, <br>Nor THY lov'd songnor THY soft minstrelsy; <br>In vain I turn away to hide my smart, <br>Thy dulcet numbers vibrate in my heart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When with the Sylvan train I seek the grove,<br>Where MAY'S soft breath diffuses incense round, <br>Where VENUS smiles serene, and sportive LOVE<br>With thornless ROSES spreads the fairy ground; <br>The voice of pleasure dies upon mine ear, <br>My conscious bosom sighsTHOU ART NOT HERE ! <br>Soft tears of fond regret reveal its smart, <br>And sorrow, restless sorrow, chills my heart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When at my matin pray'rs I prostrate kneel,<br>And Court RELIGION's aid to soothe my woe, <br>The meek-ey'd saint who pities what I feel,<br>Forbids the sigh to heave, the tear to flow; <br>For ah ! no vulgar passion fills my mind, <br>Calm REASON's hand illumes the flame refin'd, <br>ALL the pure feelings FRIENDSHIP can impart, <br>Live in the centre of my aching heart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When at the still and solemn hour of night,<br>I press my lonely couch to find repose; <br>Joyless I watch the pale moon's chilling light,<br>Where thro' the mould'ring tow'r the north-wind blows; <br>My fev'rish lids no balmy slumbers own, <br>Still my sad bosom beats for thee alone: <br>Nor shall its aching fibres cease to smart, <br>'Till DEATH's cold SPELL is twin'd about my HEART.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Darby+Robinson">Mary Darby Robinson</a><div class=q>
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Whose flinty brow hangs o'er the raging sea, 
My wand'ring eye beholds the foamy deep,
I mark the restless surgeand think of THEE. 
The curling waves, the passing breezes move, 
Changing and treach..."></div>
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