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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455618" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines Written by the Side of a River</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FLOW soft RIVER, gently stray, <br>Still a silent waving tide <br>O'er thy glitt'ring carpet glide, <br>While I chaunt my ROUNDELAY, <br>As I gather from thy bank, <br>Shelter'd by the poplar dank, <br>King-cups, deck'd in golden pride, <br>Harebells sweet, and daisies pied; <br>While beneath the evening sky, <br>Soft the western breezes fly. <br>Gentle RIVER, should'st thou be <br>Touch'd with mournful sympathy, <br>When reflection tells my soul, <br>Winter's icy breath shall quell<br>Thy sweet bosom's graceful swell, <br>And thy dimpling course controul; <br>Should a crystal tear of mine, <br>Fall upon thy lucid breast, <br>Oh receive the trembling guest, <br>For 'tis PITY'S drop divine! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">GENTLE ZEPHYR, softly play,<br>Shake thy dewy wings around,<br>Sprinkle odours o'er the ground,<br>While I chaunt my ROUNDELAY. <br>While the woodbine's mingling shade, <br>Veils my pensive, drooping head;<br>Fan, oh fan, the busy gale,<br>That rudely wantons round my cheek,<br>Where the tear of suff'rance meek,<br>Glitters on the LILY pale: <br>Ah! no more the damask ROSE, <br>There in crimson lustre glows; <br>Thirsty fevers from my lip <br>Dare the ruddy drops to sip; <br>Deep within my burning heart, <br>Sorrow plants an icy dart; <br>From whose point the soft tears flow, <br>Melting in the vivid glow; <br>Gentle Zephyr, should'st thou be <br>Touch'd with tender sympathy; <br>When reflection calls to mind, <br>The bleak and desolating wind, <br>That soon thy silken wing shall tear, <br>And waft it on the freezing air; <br>Zephyr, should a tender sigh <br>To thy balmy bosom fly, <br>Oh! receive the flutt'ring thing, <br>Place it on thy filmy wing, <br>Bear it to its native sky, <br>For 'tis PITY'S softest sigh. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O'er the golden lids of day <br>Steals a veil of sober grey; <br>Now the flow'rets sink to rest, <br>On the moist earth's glitt'ring breast; <br>Homeward now I'll bend my way, <br>AND CHAUNT MY PLAINTIVE ROUNDELAY.</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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Still a silent waving tide 
O'er thy glitt'ring carpet glide, 
While I chaunt my ROUNDELAY, 
As I gather from thy bank, 
Shelter'd by the poplar dank, 
King-cups, deck'd in golden pride, 
Harebells sweet, and daisie..."></div>
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