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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507425" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dirge Of Jephthah's Daughter:sung By The Virgins</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O thou, the wonder of all days!<br>O paragon, and pearl of praise!<br>O Virgin-martyr, ever blest<br>Above the rest<br>Of all the maiden-train! We come,<br>And bring fresh strewings to thy tomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus, thus, and thus, we compass round<br>Thy harmless and unhaunted ground;<br>And as we sing thy dirge, we will<br>The daffadil,<br>And other flowers, lay upon<br>The altar of our love, thy stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou wonder of all maids, liest here,<br>Of daughters all, the dearest dear;<br>The eye of virgins; nay, the queen<br>Of this smooth green,<br>And all sweet meads, from whence we get<br>The primrose and the violet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too soon, too dear did Jephthah buy,<br>By thy sad loss, our liberty;<br>His was the bond and cov'nant, yet<br>Thou paid'st the debt;<br>Lamented Maid! he won the day:<br>But for the conquest thou didst pay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy father brought with him along<br>The olive branch and victor's song;<br>He slew the Ammonites, we know,<br>But to thy woe;<br>And in the purchase of our peace,<br>The cure was worse than the disease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For which obedient zeal of thine,<br>We offer here, before thy shrine,<br>Our sighs for storax, tears for wine;<br>And to make fine<br>And fresh thy hearse-cloth, we will here<br>Four times bestrew thee every year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Receive, for this thy praise, our tears;<br>Receive this offering of our hairs;<br>Receive these crystal vials, fill'd<br>With tears, distill'd<br>From teeming eyes; to these we bring,<br>Each maid, her silver filleting,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To gild thy tomb; besides, these cauls,<br>These laces, ribbons, and these falls,<br>These veils, wherewith we use to hide<br>The bashful bride,<br>When we conduct her to her groom;<br>All, all we lay upon thy tomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more, no more, since thou art dead,<br>Shall we e'er bring coy brides to bed;<br>No more, at yearly festivals,<br>We, cowslip balls,<br>Or chains of columbines shall make,<br>For this or that occasion's sake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, no; our maiden pleasures be<br>Wrapt in the winding-sheet with thee;<br>'Tis we are dead, though not i' th' grave;<br>Or if we have<br>One seed of life left, 'tis to keep<br>A Lent for thee, to fast and weep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sleep in thy peace, thy bed of spice,<br>And make this place all paradise;<br>May sweets grow here, and smoke from hence<br>Fat frankincense;<br>Let balm and cassia send their scent<br>From out thy maiden-monument.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">May no wolf howl, or screech owl stir<br>A wing about thy sepulchre!<br>No boisterous winds or storms come hither,<br>To starve or wither<br>Thy soft sweet earth; but, like a spring,<br>Love keep it ever flourishing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">May all shy maids, at wonted hours,<br>Come forth to strew thy tomb with flowers;<br>May virgins, when they come to mourn,<br>Male-incense burn<br>Upon thine altar; then return,<br>And leave thee sleeping in thy urn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Herrick">Robert Herrick</a><div class=q>
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O paragon, and pearl of praise!
O Virgin-martyr, ever blest
Above the rest
Of all the maiden-train! We come,
And bring fresh strewings to thy tomb.

Thus, thus, and thus, we compass round
Thy harmless and unhaunted ..."></div>
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