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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455733" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Rinaldo</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SOFT is the balmy breath of May, <br>When from the op'ning lids of day <br>Meek twilight steals; and from its wings <br>Translucent pearls of ether flings. <br>MILD is the chaste Moon's languid eye, <br>When gliding down the dappled sky <br>She feebly lifts her spangled bow, <br>Around her glitt'ring darts to throw. <br>SWEET are the aromatic bowers, <br>When Night sends forth refreshing showers <br>O'er every thirsty fainting bud, <br>That drinks with joy the grateful flood. <br>Yet, can the deeply wounded Mind, <br>From these, no lenient balsam find. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What can the force of anguish quell, <br>Where sullen Sorrow loves to dwell, <br>Where round the bosom's burning throne, <br>HOPELESS, the mingling PASSIONS groan? <br>While thro' each guiv'ring, scorching vein, <br>Rolls a revolving tide of pain; <br>That struggling with the Storms of FATE, <br>Provokes her darkest, direst, HATE. <br>O, BARD ADMIR'D ! if ought could move <br>The soul of Apathy to love; <br>If, o'er my aching, bleeding breast, <br>Ought could diffuse the balm of rest, <br>The pow'r is thine for oh ! thy lays <br>Warm'd by thy Mind's transcendent blaze, <br>Dart thro' my frame with force divine, <br>While all my rending woes combine, <br>And thronging round thy glorious LYRE, <br>In momentary bliss EXPIRE. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, the meek ROSE, that droops forlorn, <br>Opes its cold breast to meet the morn, <br>And shaking round a brilliant show'r, <br>Tempts the bright SUN'S meridian pow'r; <br>Trembling, its blushing cheek receives <br>The glowing kiss warms PHOEBUS gives; <br>Yet, to his fire unconscious flies, <br>And midst his burning glances, DIES. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why wilt thou fly ?why give thy form<br>To the pale phantoms of the storm,<br>And from the dizzy madd'ning steep<br>Dash thy proud harpwhile o'er the deep<br>Each envious FIEND shall fiercely glare,<br>And howling, mock thy RASH DESPAIR!<br>Ah! wherefore, prodigal of FAME,<br>Damp with thy tears the MUSE'S flame?<br>Say, dost thou think, as the soft show'r<br>Checks the wing'd lightning's fervid pow'r, <br>To quell the transports of Thy Lyre, <br>And with cold Sorrow quench its fire? <br>Know, BARD SUPREME ! thy wond'rous song <br>Doth not to mortal power belong; <br>The flame, that to thy care is giv'n, <br>Owns an eternal source in Heav'n; <br>And like thy PURE, ILLUSTRIOUS Soul, <br>SHALL LIVE, beyond thy weak controul. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">YES, I will lead thee to some rock, <br>Whose frowns the dashing billows mock; <br>While the fierce LORD OF LIGHT shall reign <br>DESPOTIC o'er th' ethereal plain. <br>Or when his fiery coursers fly <br>On red wings down the Western sky; <br>While Ocean's curling waves unfold, <br>In one vast sheet of liquid gold; <br>Then shalt thou mark CREATION'S pride <br>In slow and trembling tints subside, <br>'Till darkness stealing o'er the globe, <br>Unfurls its sable spangled robe. <br>Then shall thy conscious feelings find <br>An emblem of the Human Mind; <br>How grand, ineffable and bright, <br>When all its lustrous fires unite: <br>But when chill sorrow spreads its snare, <br>And tempts its victim to DESPAIR, <br>All, all its proud perfections fade <br>In black, oblivion's baneful shade. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, SUN OF GENIUS! pierce the cloud <br>That dares thy radiant glories shroud; <br>Turn, turn thy course to bowers of joy, <br>Where rob'd in Bliss, the Angel Boy <br>Shall spread each witching, nameless sweet, <br>Thy truant, wand'ring heart to greet; <br>There, pour thy soul in faithful vows, <br>While thy own LAUREL'S deathless boughs <br>From each blest leaf shall drop a tear <br>To bathe the wounds of love sincere. <br>There, some chaste maid shall list thy lays <br>In speechless eloquence of praise; <br>And with her soft eye's melting glance <br>Infold thee in delicious trance. <br>And when her heart's celestial shrine <br>Shall burn with passion warm as thine, <br>Then, shalt thou feel the rapt'rous glow, <br>Which none, but souls like THINE, CAN KNOW; <br>Then, shalt thou hear her tongue declare, <br>THOU ART NOT FORM'D FOR COLD DESPAIR. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From ME the barb'rous fates unite <br>To wrest each vision of delight; <br>No gleam of joy my sad-heart knows, <br>No interval of calm repose; <br>Save, when thy LOV'D SERAPHIC Strain <br>Thrills thro' my breast, with quiv'ring pain; <br>And bids each throbbing pulse deplore, <br>That &quot;IF I E'ER COULD PLEASE, I PLEASE NO MORE.&quot;</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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When from the op'ning lids of day 
Meek twilight steals; and from its wings 
Translucent pearls of ether flings. 
MILD is the chaste Moon's languid eye, 
When gliding down the dappled sky 
She feebly lifts her spa..."></div>
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