<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457218" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lady's Looking-Glass</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Celia and I the other Day<br>Walk'd o'er the Sand-Hills to the Sea:<br>The setting Sun adorn'd the Coast,<br>His Beams entire, his Fierceness lost:<br>And, on the Surface of the Deep,<br>The Winds lay only not asleep:<br>The Nymph did like the Scene appear,<br>Serenely pleasant, calmly fair:<br>Soft fell her words, as flew the Air.<br>With secret Joy I heard Her say,<br>That She would never miss one Day<br>A Walk so fine, a Sight so gay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, oh the Change! the Winds grow high:<br>Impending Tempests charge the Sky:<br>The Lightning flies: the Thunder roars:<br>And big Waves lash the frighten'd Shoars.<br>Struck with the Horror of the Sight,<br>She turns her Head, and wings her Flight;<br>And trembling vows, She'll ne'er again<br>Approach the Shoar, or view the Main.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once more at least look back, said I;<br>Thy self in That large Glass descry:<br>When Thou art in good Humour drest;<br>When gentle Reason rules thy Breast;<br>The Sun upon the calmest Sea<br>Appears not half so bright as Thee:<br>'Tis then, that with Delight I rove<br>Upon the boundless Depth of Love:<br>I bless my Chain: I hand my Oar;<br>Nor think on all I left on Shoar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when vain Doubt, and groundless Fear<br>Do That Dear Foolish Bosom tear;<br>When the big Lip, and wat'ry Eye<br>Tell Me, the rising Storm is nigh:<br>'Tis then, Thou art yon' angry Main,<br>Deform'd by Winds, and dash'd by Rain;<br>And the poor Sailor that must try<br>Its Fury, labours less than I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shipwreck'd, in vain to Land I make;<br>While Love and Fate still drive Me back:<br>Forc'd to doat on Thee thy own Way,<br>I chide Thee first, and then obey:<br>Wretched when from Thee, vex'd when nigh,<br>I with Thee, or without Thee, die.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457218" data-title="The Lady's Looking-Glass de Matthew Prior" data-description="Celia and I the other Day Walk'd o'er the Sand-Hills to the Sea: The setting Sun adorn'd the Coast, His Beams entire, his Fierceness lost: And, on the Surface of the Deep, The Winds lay only not asleep: The Nymph did like the Scene appear, Serenel..."></div> </div> </div>

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