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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To A Portrait Of</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN THE ATHENIEUM GALLERY</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IT may be so,--perhaps thou hast<br>A warm and loving heart;<br>I will not blame thee for thy face,<br>Poor devil as thou art.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That thing thou fondly deem'st a nose,<br>Unsightly though it be,--<br>In spite of all the cold world's scorn,<br>It may be much to thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those eyes,--among thine elder friends<br>Perhaps they pass for blue,--<br>No matter,--if a man can see,<br>What more have eyes to do?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy mouth,--that fissure in thy face,<br>By something like a chin,--<br>May be a very useful place<br>To put thy victual in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know thou hast a wife at home,<br>I know thou hast a child,<br>By that subdued, domestic smile<br>Upon thy features mild.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That wife sits fearless by thy side,<br>That cherub on thy knee;<br>They do not shudder at thy looks,<br>They do not shrink from thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Above thy mantel is a hook,--<br>A portrait once was there;<br>It was thine only ornament,--<br>Alas! that hook is bare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She begged thee not to let it go,<br>She begged thee all in vain;<br>She wept,--and breathed a trembling prayer<br>To meet it safe again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a bitter sight to see<br>That picture torn away;<br>It was a solemn thought to think<br>What all her friends would say!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And often in her calmer hours,<br>And in her happy dreams,<br>Upon its long-deserted hook<br>The absent portrait seems.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy wretched infant turns his head<br>In melancholy wise,<br>And looks to meet the placid stare<br>Of those unbending eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never saw thee, lovely one,--<br>Perchance I never may;<br>It is not often that we cross<br>Such people in our way;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But if we meet in distant years,<br>Or on some foreign shore,<br>Sure I can take my Bible oath,<br>I've seen that face before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q>
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IT may be so,--perhaps thou hast
A warm and loving heart;
I will not blame thee for thy face,
Poor devil as thou art.

That thing thou fondly deem'st a nose,
Unsightly though it be,--
In spite of all the cold world's scor..."></div>
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