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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512712" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Miss --,</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">{On her playing upon the harpsichord in <br>a room hung with flower-pieces of her own painting}.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Stella strikes the tuneful string<br>In scenes of imitated Spring,<br>Where beauty lavishes her powers<br>On beds of never-fading flowers,<br>And pleasure propagates around<br>Each charm of modulated sound;<br>Ah! think not in the dangerous hour,<br>The nymph fictitious as the flower;<br>But shun, rash youth, the gay alcove,<br>Nor tempt the snares of wily love.<br>When charms thus press on every sense,<br>What thought of flight or of defence?<br>Deceitful hope, and vain desire,<br>For ever flutter o'er her lyre,<br>Delighting as the youth draws nigh,<br>To point the glances of her eye,<br>And forming with unerring art<br>New chains to hold the captive heart.<br>But on those regions of delight,<br>Might truth intrude with daring flight,<br>Could Stella, sprightly, fair, and young,<br>One moment hear the moral song,<br>Instruction with her flowers might spring,<br>And wisdom warble from her string.<br>Mark when from thousand mingled dyes<br>Thou seest one pleasing form arise,<br>How active light and thoughtful shade,<br>In greater scenes each other aid;<br>Mark when the different notes agree<br>In friendly contrariety,<br>How passion's well-accorded strife<br>Gives all the harmony of life.<br>Thy pictures shall thy conduct frame,<br>Consistent still, though not the same;<br>Thy music teach the nobler art,<br>To tune the regulated heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Samuel+Johnson">Samuel Johnson</a><div class=q>
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When Stella strikes the tuneful string
In scenes of imitated Spring,
Where beauty lavishes her powers
On beds of never-fading flowers,
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