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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455616" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines to Him Who Will Understand Them</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THOU art no more my bosom's FRIEND; <br>Here must the sweet delusion end, <br>That charm'd my senses many a year, <br>Thro' smiling summers, winters drear. <br>O, FRIENDSHIP! am I doom'd to find <br>Thou art a phantom of the mind? <br>A glitt'ring shade, an empty name, <br>An air-born vision's vap'rish flame? <br>And yet, the dear DECEIT so long <br>Has wak'd to joy my matin song, <br>Has bid my tears forget to flow, <br>Chas'd ev'ry pain, soothed ev'ry woe; <br>That TRUTH, unwelcome to my ear, <br>Swells the deep sigh, recalls the tear, <br>Gives to the sense the keenest smart, <br>Checks the warm pulses of the Heart, <br>Darkens my FATE and steals away <br>Each gleam of joy thro' life's sad day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">BRITAIN, FAREWELL! I quit thy shore, <br>My native Country charms no more; <br>No guide to mark the toilsome road; <br>No destin'd clime; no fix'd abode; <br>Alone and sad, ordain'd to trace <br>The vast expanse of endless space; <br>To view, upon the mountain's height, <br>Thro' varied shades of glimm'ring light, <br>The distant landscape fade away <br>In the last gleam of parting day: <br>Or, on the quiv'ring lucid stream, <br>To watch the pale moon's silv'ry beam; <br>Or when, in sad and plaintive strains <br>The mournful PHILOMEL complains, <br>In dulcet notes bewails her fate, <br>And murmurs for her absent mate; <br>Inspir'd by SYMPATHY divine, <br>I'll weep her woesFOR THEY ARE MINE. <br>Driven by my FATE, where'er I go <br>O'er burning plains, o'er hills of snow, <br>Or on the bosom of the wave, <br>The howling tempest doom'd to brave, <br>Where'er my lonely course I bend, <br>Thy image shall my steps attend; <br>Each object I am doom'd to see, <br>Shall bid remem'brance PICTURE THEE. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes; I shall view thee in each FLOW'R, <br>That changes with the transient hour: <br>Thy wand'ring Fancy I shall find <br>Borne on the wings of every WIND: <br>Thy wild impetuous passions trace <br>O'er the white wave's tempestuous space: <br>In every changing season prove <br>An emblem of thy wav'ring LOVE. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Torn from my country, friends, and you, <br>The World lies open to my view; <br>New objects shall my mind engage; <br>I will explore th' HISTORIC page; <br>Sweet POETRY shall soothe my soul; <br>PHILOSOPHY each pang controul: <br>The MUSE I'll seek, her lambent fire <br>My soul's quick senses shall inspire; <br>With finer nerves my heart shall beat, <br>Touch'd by Heaven's own PROMETHEAN heat; <br>ITALIA'S gales shall bear my song <br>In soft-link'd notes her woods among; <br>Upon the blue hill's misty side, <br>Thro' trackless desarts waste and wide, <br>O'er craggy rocks, whose torrents flow <br>Upon the silver sands below. <br>Sweet Land of MELODY ! 'tis thine <br>The softest passions to refine; <br>Thy myrtle groves, thy melting strains, <br>Shall harmonize and soothe my pains, <br>Nor will I cast one thought behind, <br>On foes relentless, FRIENDS unkind; <br>I feel, I feel their poison'd dart <br>Pierce the life-nerve within my heart; <br>'Tis mingled with the vital heat, <br>That bids my throbbing pulses beat; <br>Soon shall that vital heat be o'er, <br>Those throbbing pulses beat no more! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, I will breathe the spicy gale; <br>Plunge the clear stream, new health exhale; <br>O'er my pale cheek diffuse the rose, <br>And drink OBLIVION to my woes.</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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Here must the sweet delusion end, 
That charm'd my senses many a year, 
Thro' smiling summers, winters drear. 
O, FRIENDSHIP! am I doom'd to find 
Thou art a phantom of the mind? 
A glitt'ring shade, an empty..."></div>
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