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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455727" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Reply to Time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O TIME, forgive the mournful song <br>That on thy pinions stole along, <br>When the rude hand of pain severe <br>Chas'd down my cheek the burning tear; <br>When sorrow chill'd each warm desire <br>That kindles FANCY'S lambent fire; <br>When HOPE, by fost'ring FRIENDSHIP rear'd, <br>A phantom of the brain appear'd; <br>Forgive the song, devoid of art, <br>That stole spontaneous from my heart; <br>For when that heart shall throb no more, <br>And all its keen regrets be o'er; <br>Should kind remembrance shed one tear <br>To sacred FRIENDSHIP o'er my bier; <br>When the dark precincts of the tomb, <br>Shall hide me in its deepest gloom; <br>O! should'st thou on thy wafting wing <br>The sigh of gentle sorrow bring; <br>Or fondly deign to bear the name <br>Of one, alas! unknown to fame; <br>Then, shall my weak untutor'd rhyme, <br>Exulting boast the gifts of TIME. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But while I feel youth's vivid fire <br>Fann'd by the breath of care expire; <br>While no blest ray of HOPE divine, <br>O'er my chill'd bosom deigns to shine: <br>While doom'd to mark the vapid day <br>In tasteless languor waste away: <br>Still, still, my sad and plaintive rhyme <br>Must blame the ruthless pow'r of TIME. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each infant flow'r of rainbow hue,<br>That bathes its head in morning dew,<br>At twilight droops; the mountain PINE,<br>Whose high and waving brows incline<br>O'er the white cataract's foamy way,<br>Shall at THY withering touch decay!<br>The craggy cliffs that proudly rise<br>In awful splendour 'midst the skies,<br>Shall to the vale in fragments roll,<br>Obedient to thy fell controul!<br>The loftiest fabric rear'd to fame;<br>The sculptur'd BUST, the POET'S name;<br>The softest tint of TITIAN die;<br>The boast of magic MINSTRELSY;<br>The vows to holy FRIENDSHIP dear;<br>The sainted smile of LOVE sincere, <br>The flame that warms th' empassion'd heart;<br>All that fine feeling can impart;<br>The wonders of exterior grace;<br>The spells that bind the fairest face;<br>Fade in oblivion's torpid hour<br>The victims of thy TYRANT POW'R!</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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That on thy pinions stole along, 
When the rude hand of pain severe 
Chas'd down my cheek the burning tear; 
When sorrow chill'd each warm desire 
That kindles FANCY'S lambent fire; 
When HOPE, by fost'ring FRIEN..."></div>
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