<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines On Observing A Blossom On The First Of February, 1796</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet flower! that peeping from thy russet stem<br>Unfoldest timidly, (for in strange sort<br>This dark, frieze-coated, hoarse, teeth-chattering month<br>Hath borrowed Zephyr's voice, and gazed upon thee<br>With blue voluptuous eye) alas poor flower!<br>These are but flatteries of the faithless year.<br>Perchance, escaped its unknown polar cave,<br>E'en now the keen north-east is on its way.<br>Flower that must perish! shall I liken thee<br>To some sweet girl of too, too rapid growth,<br>Nipped by consumption mid untimely charms?<br>Or to Bristowa's bard, the wond'rous boy! <br>As amaranth, which earth scarce seemed to own,<br>Till disappointment come, and pelting wrong<br>Beat it to earth? or with indignant grief<br>Shall I compare thee to poor Poland's hope,<br>Bright flower of hope killed in the opening bud?<br>Farewell, sweet blossom! better fate be thine<br>And mock my boding! Dim similitudes<br>Weaving in moral strains, I've stolen one hour <br>From anxious self, life's cruel taskmaster!<br>And the warm wooings of this sunny day<br>Tremble along my frame, and harmonize<br>The attempered organ, that even saddest thoughts<br>Mix with some sweet sensations, like harsh tunes<br>Played deftly on a soft-toned instrument.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Samuel+Taylor+Coleridge">Samuel Taylor Coleridge</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512782" data-title="Lines On Observing A Blossom On The First Of February, 1796 de Samuel Taylor Coleridge" data-description="Sweet flower! that peeping from thy russet stem Unfoldest timidly, (for in strange sort This dark, frieze-coated, hoarse, teeth-chattering month Hath borrowed Zephyr's voice, and gazed upon thee With blue voluptuous eye) alas poor flower! These ar..."></div> </div> </div>

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