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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455716" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Faded Bouquet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FAIR was this blushing ROSE of May,<br>And fresh it hail'd morn's breezy hour,<br>When ev'ry spangled leaf look'd gay,<br>Besprinkled with the twilight show'r;<br>When to its mossy buds so sweet,<br>The BUTTERFLY enamour'd flew,<br>And hov'ring o'er the fragrant treat,<br>Oft bath'd its silken wings in dew. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">SWEET was this PRIMROSE of the dale,<br>When on its native turf it grew;<br>And deck'd with charms this LILY pale,<br>And rich this VIOLET'S purple hue;<br>This od'rous WOODBINE fill'd the grove<br>With musky gales of balmy pow'r;<br>When with the MYRTLE interwove<br>It hung luxuriant round my bow'r. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">AH ! ROSE, forgive the hand severe,<br>That snatch'd thee from thy scented bed;<br>Where, bow'd with many a pearly tear,<br>Thy widow'd partner droops its head;<br>And thou, sweet VI'LET, modest flow'r,<br>O! take my sad, relenting sigh; <br>Nor stain the breast whose glowing pow'r,<br>With too much fondness bade thee die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">SWEET LILY had I never gaz'd<br>With rapture on your gentle form;<br>You might have dy'd, unknown, unprais'd,<br>The victim of some ruthless storm;<br>Where fickle LOVE his altar rears,<br>Your little bells had learnt to wave;<br>Or sadly gemm'd with kindred tears,<br>Had deck'd some hapless MAIDEN's grave. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Inconstant WOODBINE, wherefore rove<br>With gadding stem about my bow'r?<br>Why, with my darling MYRTLE wove,<br>In bold defiance mock my pow'r?<br>Why quit thy native, lonely vale,<br>To flaunt thy buds, thy odours fling;<br>And idly greet the passing gale,<br>On ev'ry wanton zephyr's wing? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, yet, repine not, tho' stern FATE<br>Hath nipp'd thy leaves of varying hue;<br>Since all that's lovely, soon or late,<br>Shall sick'ning, fade,and die like you.<br>The fire of YOUTHthe frost of AGE,<br>Nor WISDOM S voicenor BEAUTY'S bloom,<br>Th' insatiate tyrant can assuage,<br>Or stop the hand that seal'd YOUR DOOM.</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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And fresh it hail'd morn's breezy hour,
When ev'ry spangled leaf look'd gay,
Besprinkled with the twilight show'r;
When to its mossy buds so sweet,
The BUTTERFLY enamour'd flew,
And hov'ring o'er the fragrant tr..."></div>
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