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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>In mine one monument I lye,<br> And in my self am buried;<br>Sure, the quick lightning of her eye<br> Melted my soul ith' scabberd dead;<br>And now like some pale ghost I walk,<br>And with another's spirit talk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  II.<br>Nor can her beams a heat convey,<br> That may my frozen bosome warm,<br>Unless her smiles have pow'r, as they,<br> That a cross charm can countercharm.<br>But this is such a pleasing pain,<br>I'm loth to be alive again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> ANOTHER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I did believe I was in heav'n,<br>When first the heav'n her self was giv'n,<br>That in my heart her beams did passe<br>As some the sun keep in a glasse,<br>So that her beauties thorow me<br>Did hurt my rival-enemy.<br>But fate, alas! decreed it so,<br>That I was engine to my woe:<br>For, as a corner'd christal spot,<br>My heart diaphanous was not;<br>But solid stuffe, where her eye flings<br>Quick fire upon the catching strings:<br>Yet, as at triumphs in the night,<br>You see the Prince's Arms in light,<br>So, when I once was set on flame,<br>I burnt all ore the letters of her name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Lovelace">Richard Lovelace</a><div class=q>
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In mine one monument I lye,
 And in my self am buried;
Sure, the quick lightning of her eye
 Melted my soul ith' scabberd dead;
And now like some pale ghost I walk,
And with another's spirit talk.

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