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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506539" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To a Mountain Daisy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flow'r,<br> Thou's met me in an evil hour;<br> For I maun crush amang the stoure<br> Thy slender stem:<br> To spare thee now is past my pow'r,<br> Thou bonie gem.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Alas! it's no thy neibor sweet,<br> The bonie lark, companion meet,<br> Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet<br> Wi' spreck'd breast, <br> When upward-springing, blythe, to greet<br> The purpling east.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Cauld blew the bitter-biting north<br> Upon thy early, humble birth;<br> Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth<br> Amid the storm, <br> Scarce rear'd above the parent-earth<br> Thy tender form.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The flaunting flowers our gardens yield <br> High shelt'ring woods an' wa's maun shield:<br> But thou, beneath the random bield <br> O' clod or stane,<br> Adorns the histie stibble-field<br> Unseen, alane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> There, in thy scanty mantle clad,<br> Thy snawie-bosom sun-ward spread,<br> Thou lifts thy unassuming head<br> In humble guise; <br> But now the share uptears thy bed,<br> And low thou lies!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Such is the fate of artless maid,<br> Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade!<br> By love's simplicity betray'd<br> And guileless trust; <br> Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid<br> Low i' the dust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Such is the fate of simple bard,<br> On life's rough ocean luckless starr'd!<br> Unskilful he to note the card<br> Of prudent lore,<br> Till billows rage and gales blow hard,<br> And whelm him o'er!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Such fate to suffering Worth is giv'n,<br> Who long with wants and woes has striv'n,<br> By human pride or cunning driv'n<br> To mis'ry's brink;<br> Till, wrench'd of ev'ry stay but Heav'n,<br> He ruin'd sink!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate,<br> That fate is thine--no distant date;<br> Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate,<br> Full on thy bloom,<br> Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight<br> Shall be thy doom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a><div class=q>
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 Thou's met me in an evil hour;
 For I maun crush amang the stoure
 Thy slender stem:
 To spare thee now is past my pow'r,
 Thou bonie gem.

 Alas! it's no thy neibor sweet,
 The bonie lark, companion meet,
 Be..."></div>
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