<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478363" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Harriet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy look of love has power to calm<br>The stormiest passion of my soul;<br>Thy gentle words are drops of balm<br>In life's too bitter bowl;<br>No grief is mine, but that alone<br>These choicest blessings I have known.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Harriet! if all who long to live<br>In the warm sunshine of thine eye,<br>That price beyond all pain must give,-<br>Beneath thy scorn to die;<br>Then hear thy chosen own too late<br>His heart most worthy of thy hate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be thou, then, one among mankind<br>Whose heart is harder not for state,<br>Thou only virtuous, gentle, kind,<br>Amid a world of hate;<br>And by a slight endurance seal<br>A fellow-being's lasting weal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For pale with anguish is his cheek,<br>His breath comes fast, his eyes are dim,<br>Thy name is struggling ere he speak,<br>Weak is each trembling limb;<br>In mercy let him not endure<br>The misery of a fatal cure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, trust for once no erring guide!<br>Bid the remorseless feeling flee;<br>'Tis malice, 'tis revenge, 'tis pride,<br>'Tis anything but thee;<br>Oh, deign a nobler pride to prove,<br>And pity if thou canst not love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Percy+Bysshe+Shelley">Percy Bysshe Shelley</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=478363" data-title="To Harriet de Percy Bysshe Shelley" data-description="Thy look of love has power to calm The stormiest passion of my soul; Thy gentle words are drops of balm In life's too bitter bowl; No grief is mine, but that alone These choicest blessings I have known. Harriet! if all who long to live In the war..."></div> </div> </div>

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