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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Petrarch to Laura</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state, <br>&quot;How often must it love, how often hate, <br>&quot;How often hope, despair, resent, regret, <br>&quot;Conceal, disdain, do all things, but forget.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">- POPE. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>YE silent haunts, ye dark embow'ring shades, <br>Lone shaggy wilds and melancholy glades; <br>Ye mountains black'ning o'er the thorny vale; <br>Ye lucid lakes that trembling meet the gale; <br>Ye gloomy avenues of dire despair, <br>Dear last asylums of long-cherish'd care; <br>Eternal solitudes ! where LOVE retires <br>To bathe his wounds, and quench his fatal fires; <br>Where frantic, lost, forlorn, and sad I go <br>A wand'ring pilgrim in a maze of woe; <br>Oh! to your deepest caverns let me fly, <br>Breathe a fond pray'r, and 'MIDST YOUR HORRORS DIE. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye sparry grots, ye once ador'd retreats, <br>Ye tinkling rills, ye consecrated seats, <br>Whose velvet sod embroider'd o'er with flow'rs, <br>On the charm'd sense celestial odour pours; <br>Ye roseate banks o'erhung with waving trees,<br>That moan responsive to the murm'ring breeze;<br>How cold, how desolate your shade appears,<br>A path of mis'ry thro' a vale of tears.<br>Now pale Despair hangs brooding o'er your bow'rs,<br>Absorbs your sweets, and withers all your flow'rs;<br>Strips the thick foliage from your verdant shades,<br>And spreads eternal darkness o'er your glades;<br>No more for ME your sunny banks shall pour<br>In purple tides ripe Autumn's luscious store;<br>No more for ME your lust'rous tints shall glow,<br>Your forests wave, your silv'ry channels flow;<br>Yet 'midst your heav'n my wounded breast shall crave<br>One narrow cell, my SOLACE and my GRAVE. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Subdu'd, o'erwhelm'd, a with'ring shade I stray, <br>Shrink from myself; and shudder at the day: <br>No more fond HOPE sustains my sick'ning soul, <br>Resistless passion spurns her meek controul; <br>Corroding anguish o'er each prospect low'rs, <br>Bends my weak frame, my lusty youth devours; <br>Clings to my breast where ev'ry fibre bleeds, <br>And on its vital throne insatiate feeds. <br>Where shall I fly ? what path untrod explore, <br>Where love can wound, and memory live no more; <br>Where, LAURA, shall I turn, what balsam find <br>To soothe the throbbings of my fev'rish mind ?<br>What blest relief can life's dull round impart, <br>What rapture vivify the hopeless heart; <br>What pitying star its beamy stream dispense, <br>To light my soul, and cheer my vagrant sense; <br>To gild the gloom of desolating woes, <br>And lead my wand'ring footsteps to repose? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When wild with passion, madd'ning with remorse, <br>From AVIGNON'S lov'd walls I bent my course; <br>While roll'd in crimson clouds the orb of day, <br>O'er seas of ether shed his parting ray; <br>As to his western goal he journey'd forth, <br>Leaving pale twilight weeping o'er the earth; <br>Oft did I pause, oft turn my longing eyes <br>To the tall spire that pierc'd the evening skies; <br>All was serene ! save when the curfew's sound <br>Struck on my pensive heart with knell profound; <br>While Fancy bade my frantic mind explore, <br>Those scenes of holy joy I taste no more; <br>Unsullied altars, consecrated shrines, <br>Where curling incense round each taper twines; <br>Where, thro' long aisles, seraphic PÆANS ring, <br>And meek-ey'd virgins choral anthems sing! <br>Where, like a being of celestial mould, <br>My LAURA'S beauteous form I dar'd behold * ! <br>While at the shrine her orisons she pour'd, <br>Pure as the spirit of the saint ador'd ! <br>Oft as the cross her snowy fingers press'd, <br>Her auburn tresses veil'd her spotless breast ! <br>A shade transparent deck'd her brow divine, <br>And bade her eyes with temper'd lustre shine! <br>As low she bow'd before the throne of Grace, <br>A cherub's softness harmoniz'd her face; <br>A smile benign reveal'd her tranquil soul, <br>While from her lips devotion's fervour stole; <br>Each conscious rapture to her share was giv'n, <br>Her form was virtue, and her mind was heav'n. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fix'd to the earth with trembling zeal I gaz'd. <br>Each passion waken'd, and each sense amaz'd ! <br>Involuntary sighs, too soon confess'd <br>The struggling tumults lab'ring in my breast; <br>No thought sublime on my rapt feelings hung, <br>No sacred eloquence unchain'd my tongue; <br>ALL, ALL WAS LOVE ! while thro' my burning brain <br>Rush'd a fierce torrent of convulsive pain; <br>From my dim eyes celestial radiance stole, <br>While howling demons grasp'd my sinking soul, <br>Guilt's writhing scorpions twining round my heart, <br>Enflam'd each wound, and heighten'd every smart; <br>In vain I sought Religion's calm domain, <br>And at her footstool pour'd my hopeless pain; <br>The priestess frowning on my impious pray'r, <br>Check'd the bold suit, and hurl'd me to despair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">AH, LAURA! canst thou seal the dread decree<br>That tears thy PETRARCH from his GOD and THEE?<br>That gives his mental hopes, his fond desires<br>To conscious anguish and consuming fires ?<br>Canst thou with unrelenting vengeance urge<br>A trembling soul to fate's extremest verge;<br>And while subdu'd it supplicates relief,<br>Dash the doom'd suff'rer to eternal grief ?<br>Why, soft enchantress, spread the fatal snare<br>That lures thy struggling victim to despair ?<br>Why with meek smiles my wand'ring sense reclaim?<br>Why feed with pitying looks my hopeless flame?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! rather come in awful lustre drest, <br>Calm my touch'd sense, and lull the fiends to rest; <br>Teach me each rebel passion to disown, <br>Chill my hot pulse, and freeze my heart to stone: <br>With contrite sighs devotion's flame illume; <br>With holy tear-drops gem this mental gloom: <br>Come in transcendent VIRTUE'S sacred form, <br>Stem the fierce torrent, and appease the storm; <br>Grasp the dire bolt suspended o'er my head, <br>And o'er my quiv'ring heart-strings patience shed; <br>Check with thy councils ev'ry madd'ning flight, <br>Direct me trembling to the paths of light; <br>Bow my parch'd dip to kiss the chast'ning rod, <br>And lead me blushing to the throne of GOD! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where'er I fly, where'er my frenzy roves, <br>To pine-clad summits, or low bending groves: <br>Still on my shatter'd brain thy form appears, <br>Steals to my heart, and glistens thro' my tears: <br>Thy voice I hear in ev'ry whispering gale, <br>Thy fragrant breath from Citron buds inhale; <br>I mark the ROSE in native sweetness drest, <br>I snatch the blushing emblem to my breast; <br>Thy burnish'd ringlets float across my sight, <br>In the last glowing stream of orient light; <br>And as the star of morn unfolds its fire, <br>Stolen from the glances of its burning sire: <br>Thy beaming eyes emit translucent rays, <br>The lust'rous heralds of thy soul's rich blaze! <br>A matron's purity thy smiles impart,<br>And Heav'n's best splendours brighten in thy heart; <br>Ah! wherefore PETRARCH, wherefore rashly dare <br>The dang'rous magic of a form so fair? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet ere thy pow'r supreme my soul confess'd, <br>Ere fainting Virtue fled my burning breast; <br>While in its veins one ling'ring spark remain'd, <br>One heavenly spark by trembling hope sustain'd; <br>VAUCLUSE thy sylvan solitudes I chose <br>To cure my passion, or conceal my woes; <br>And oft beneath thy melancholy shade <br>Reluctant, pensive, half-resolv'd I stray'd; <br>And trembling, fault'ring, frequent sighs I pour'd <br>Before the shrine of HIM but half ador'd: <br>While as the sacred Virgin's form I view'd <br>A brighter IDOL, every sense subdu'd! <br>While holy vows were lost in warm desires <br>LOVE drop'd a tear that quench'd religion's fires: <br>While thro' my eyes my heart's true fervour shone, <br>And my fond soul, dear Saint, WAS ALL THY OWN! <br>Now o'er some craggy peak when frowning night <br>Grasps the last shad'wy tint of ruby light; <br>When o'er the vast expanse I seek in vain <br>The tawny vineyard and the yellow plain; <br>Heedless I wander, while the tempest flies, <br>Brave the bleak winds, and mock the threat'ning skies. <br>Where from the wild romantic cliffs around <br>The headlong torrents fall with hollow sound; <br>And stealing thro' the winding vale below, <br>Unseen, thro' mid-day glooms incessant flow; <br>While sullen echo's aëry tongue betrays, <br>Where round her seat each brawling channel strays; <br>While the lone owl her lurid haunts among, <br>To the pale moon repeats her nightly song; <br>While rocks acute, my fev'rish limbs sustain, <br>Chill'd by the freezing blast and drizzling rain; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Madd'ning I see thy glitt'ring phantom rise, <br>Spring from the steep, and hover 'midst the skies. <br>I rave, I howl, from point to point I start, <br>While hell's worst torments riot in my heart; <br>I court the fiends my rending pangs to share, <br>And prove the PROUDEST TRANSPORTS OF DESPAIR, <br>When first to these calm shades I bent my way, <br>Led by the light of intellectual ray; <br>I mark'd soft peace her gentlest balm diffuse, <br>To sooth the hapless HERMIT OF VAUCLUSE! <br>Where 'midst the foliage of my laurel I bow'rs, <br>The MUSE had sprinkled never-fading flow'rs; <br>Where mild PHILOSOPHY unveil'd her shrine, <br>Each care to solace, and each wish refine; <br>Whole years my studious eye intent explor'd <br>The treasur'd gems by hoary wisdom stor'd! <br>Each truth sublime by ancient sages taught, <br>Grac'd with the glossy charm of polish'd thought: <br>And oft the sickly taper's feeble rays <br>Shrunk from the splendours of the solar blaze, <br>While o'er the classic page absorb'd I hung, <br>Where HOMER breath'd, or tuneful VIRGIL sung! <br>When all was rapture, all was peace, my breast <br>No pang endur'd, no wayward thought confess'd! <br>Swiftly thy beauty gleam'd across my sight, <br>Dim'd the bright flame of transitory light, <br>Spurn'd each weak barrier trembling Reason gave, <br>And plung'd me vanquish'd in affliction's wave. <br>Yet, yet once more, my aching bosom sought <br>A lenient pause from agonizing thought; <br>I left these bow'rs o'er foreign realms to stray, <br>LOVE lit his torch to guide my thorny way ! <br>Mournful I journey'd o'er ITALIA'S lands, <br>And moisten'd with my tears SICILIAN sands, <br>Where the proud DANUBE'S rushing waters roll, <br>I pour'd the madd'ning anguish of my soul. <br>O'er ALPINE hills in solitary woe, <br>I wept and wander'd 'midst eternal snow. <br>Oft did I mark the RHONE'S impetuous stream <br>By the faint lustre of pale Cynthia's beam; <br>And as the foamy current curl'd along, <br>Heard the rocks echo with my frantic song ! <br>Where ROME'S majestic ruins tott'ring stand <br>The hourly victims of Time's mould'ring hand; <br>Whole nights I've trod the tessellated stone, <br>While scarce a glimm'ring star in pity shone; <br>And starting 'midst th' impenetrable gloom, <br>Grasp'd the cold fragment of some MARTYR'S tomb, <br>And tore the crawling ivy from its bed,<br>To weave a pillow for my burning head: <br>Then rais'd my eyes to GOD in fervent pray'r, <br>To end my BEING and my SORROWS there. <br>For O! eternal MARTYRDOM I prove,<br>Heav'n's doom'd APOSTATEmy fell tyrant, LOVE! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When ROME her proud applause exulting gave,<br>And round my car her laurels stoop'd to wave!<br>When borne triumphant o'er the sacred ground,<br>By holy hands with flow'ry chaplets crown'd!<br>While clanking cymbals echo'd thro' the sky;<br>And rosy infants bade the censers I fly! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When nation's throng'd THY POET'S Fame to share, <br>And shouts of rapture fill'd the perfum'd air! <br>No flush'd delight from adulation caught, <br>No selfish joy with false ambition fraught <br>Could draw my prostrate soul from LOVE and THEE;<br>Still at THY shrine I bent the trembling knee! <br>For who but THEE, transcendent Angel ! taught <br>The flame to live, which kindled every thought? <br>For who, like THEE, could heavenly themes inspire, <br>Or touch the sensate mind with hallow'd fire, <br>Mingling with mortal dust the spark divine, <br>That bade my verse with deathless glories shine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In yon cool grot emboss'd with shells and flow'rs, <br>Where the hot stream of noon-day light scarce pours; <br>Where silence reigns, save when the shallow rill <br>With gurgling sound steals o'er the mossy sill; <br>While 'midst the shadows of the twilight gleam, <br>I tun'd my LYREthy FATAL CHARMS my theme; <br>O'er my chill'd form sleep's sable curtain hung, <br>Veil'd my sad eyes, and chain'd my fault'ring tongue. <br>Each sense absorb'd, yet my fond SOUL was free, <br>Its thoughts, its faculties, all dwelt with thee; <br>Celestial visions hover'd o'er my breast, <br>And rose lip'd Angels sooth'd my pangs to rest. <br>Their silver harps hung pendant on the sky, <br>Bound with unfading wreaths of em'rald die, <br>While the wing'd choristers inscrib'd thy name <br>On Heav'n's blue tablet with etherial flame. <br>In the bland portal of the rosy East <br>AURORA sat in golden mantle drest; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The silent air in crystal fetters bound, <br>Slept on the folded clouds that glisten'd round; <br>When to my ravish'd sight thy form was shown, <br>The guardian spirit of the sphery throne!<br>A crown of orient pearls thy brow compress'd, <br>A zone of myrtle clasp'd thy iv'ry breast! <br>The tear of PITY trembled in thine eye <br>Like a bright PLANET in the morning sky!<br>The blush of HEBE mantled o'er thy cheek, <br>When thus thy voice seraphic seem'd to speak: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Freed from the goading chain of mortal care, <br>I rove a bless'd inhabitant of air; <br>Yet, in delicious extacy I wait, <br>Till my lov'd PETRARCH shall partake my fate: <br>Death's but a messenger that brings relief <br>To the last pang of sublunary grief. <br>THE SOUL, once purified, awaits on those <br>Who toil amidst a wilderness of woes: <br>It guards the partners of its mortal hours, <br>When anguish threatens, or despair devours, <br>Shields the frail bosom with a cherub's wing, <br>And robs thy tyrant DEATH of EV'RY STING. <br>But see the ruddy dawn's advancing blaze, <br>Tears my fond shadow from thy eager gaze; <br>I leave thee in life's wild'ring vale to rove, <br>The mourning victim of disast'rous love: <br>Farewell, thy LAURA'S last fond hope is this, <br>To meet her PETRARCH in the realms of bliss.&quot; <br>The vision vanish'd, while my frantic mind <br>&quot;Awoke to all the griefs it left behind!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now driven from each vain hope, each fond delight, <br>My SUN of glory saddens into night; <br>My once bright laurels doom'd, alas ! to fade <br>On the pale forehead of a ling'ring shade. <br>A living spectre drooping and forlorn, <br>A star obscur'd of all its lustre shorn: <br>I count my midnight beads, and kneeling, rave, <br>On the damp sod my PALLET and my GRAVE. <br>Toiling thro' tedious years unseen, unblest, <br>Eternal thorns corroding in my breast; <br>I fast, I pray, and yet no comfort find; <br>Heaven on my lips, but hell within my mind!<br>I feel THEE ever on my heated brain; <br>I weep, I sigh, I supplicate in vain ! <br>Or, if by chance one pitying ray of rest <br>Warms the sad inmate of my throbbing breast; <br>'Tis but a gleam of INTELLECTUAL light <br>That feebly glances o'er my MENTAL sight, <br>And for a moment dissipates the gloom, <br>To point my weary footsteps TO THE TOMB.</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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