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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457128" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cupid Turned Stroller. - From Anacreon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At dead of night, when stars appear,<br>And strong Bootes turns the Bear,<br>When mortals sleep their cares away,<br>Fatigued with labours of the day,<br>Cupid was knocking at my gate;<br>Who's there, says I? who knocks so late,<br>Disturbs my dreams, and breaks my rest?<br>O fear not me, a harmless guest,<br>He said; but open, open pray;<br>A foolish child, I've lost my way,<br>And wander here this moonlight night,<br>All wet and cold, and wanting light.<br>With due regard his voice I heard,<br>Then rose, a ready lamp prepared,<br>And saw a naked boy below,<br>With wings, a quiver, and a bow:<br>In haste I ran, unlock'd my gate,<br>Secure and thoughtless of my fate;<br>I set the child an easy chair<br>Against the fire, and dried his hair;<br>Brought friendly cups of cheerful wine,<br>And warm'd his little hands with mine.<br>All this did I with kind intent;<br>Said, dearest Friend, this bow ye see,<br>This pretty bow, belongs to me:<br>Observe, I pray, if all be right,<br>I fear the rain has spoil'd it quite:<br>He drew it then, and straight I found<br>Within my breast a secret wound.<br>'Tis done, the rogue no longer staid,<br>But leapt away, and laughing said,<br>Kind host adieu, we now must part,<br>Safe is my bow, but sick thy heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Matthew+Prior">Matthew Prior</a><div class=q>
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And strong Bootes turns the Bear,
When mortals sleep their cares away,
Fatigued with labours of the day,
Cupid was knocking at my gate;
Who's there, says I? who knocks so late,
Disturbs my dreams, and breaks my..."></div>
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