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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To My Own Minature Picture Taken At Two Years Of Age</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I was once like this! that glowing cheek<br>Was mine, those pleasure-sparkling eyes, that brow<br>Smooth as the level lake, when not a breeze<br>Dies o'er the sleeping surface! twenty years<br>Have wrought strange alteration! Of the friends<br>Who once so dearly prized this miniature,<br>And loved it for its likeness, some are gone<br>To their last home; and some, estranged in heart,<br>Beholding me with quick-averted glance<br>Pass on the other side! But still these hues<br>Remain unalter'd, and these features wear<br>The look of Infancy and Innocence.<br>I search myself in vain, and find no trace<br>Of what I was: those lightly-arching lines<br>Dark and o'erhanging now; and that mild face<br>Settled in these strong lineaments!--There were<br>Who form'd high hopes and flattering ones of thee<br>Young Robert! for thine eye was quick to speak<br>Each opening feeling: should they not have known<br>When the rich rainbow on the morning cloud<br>Reflects its radiant dies, the husbandman<br>Beholds the ominous glory sad, and fears<br>Impending storms? they augur'd happily,<br>For thou didst love each wild and wonderous tale<br>Of faery fiction, and thine infant tongue<br>Lisp'd with delight the godlike deeds of Greece<br>And rising Rome; therefore they deem'd forsooth<br>That thou shouldst tread PREFERMENT'S pleasant path.<br>Ill-judging ones! they let thy little feet<br>Stray in the pleasant paths of POESY,<br>And when thou shouldst have prest amid the crowd<br>There didst thou love to linger out the day<br>Loitering beneath the laurels barren shade.<br>SPIRIT of SPENSER! was the wanderer wrong?<br>This little picture was for ornament<br>Design'd, to shine amid the motley mob<br>Of Fashion and of Folly,--is it not<br>More honour'd by this solitary song?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Southey">Robert Southey</a><div class=q>
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Was mine, those pleasure-sparkling eyes, that brow
Smooth as the level lake, when not a breeze
Dies o'er the sleeping surface! twenty years
Have wrought strange alteration! Of the friends
Who once so de..."></div>
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