<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478366" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Ianthe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love thee, Baby! for thine own sweet sake;<br>Those azure eyes, that faintly dimpled cheek,<br>Thy tender frame, so eloquently weak,<br>Love in the sternest heart of hate might wake;<br>But more when o'er thy fitful slumber bending <br>Thy mother folds thee to her wakeful heart,<br>Whilst love and pity, in her glances blending,<br>All that thy passive eyes can feel impart:<br>More, when some feeble lineaments of her,<br>Who bore thy weight beneath her spotless bosom, <br>As with deep love I read thy face, recur,--<br>More dear art thou, O fair and fragile blossom;<br>Dearest when most thy tender traits express<br>The image of thy mother’s loveliness.</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=478366" data-title="To Ianthe de Percy Bysshe Shelley" data-description="I love thee, Baby! for thine own sweet sake; Those azure eyes, that faintly dimpled cheek, Thy tender frame, so eloquently weak, Love in the sternest heart of hate might wake; But more when o'er thy fitful slumber bending Thy mother folds thee to..."></div> </div> </div>

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