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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All thoughts, all passions, all delights,<br>Whatever stirs this mortal frame,<br>All are but ministers of Love,<br> And feed his sacred flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oft in my waking dreams do I<br>Live o'er again that happy hour,<br>When midway on the mount I lay,<br> Beside the ruined tower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene<br>Had blended with the lights of eve ;<br>And she was there, my hope, my joy,<br> My own dear Genevieve !</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She leant against the arméd man,<br>The statue of the arméd knight ;<br>She stood and listened to my lay,<br> Amid the lingering light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Few sorrows hath she of her own,<br>My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve !<br>She loves me best, whene'er I sing<br> The songs that make her grieve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I played a soft and doleful air,<br>I sang an old and moving story--<br>An old rude song, that suited well<br> That ruin wild and hoary.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She listened with a flitting blush,<br>With downcast eyes and modest grace ;<br>For well she know, I could not choose<br> But gaze upon her face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I told her of the Knight that wore<br>Upon his shield a burning brand ;<br>And that for ten long years he wooed<br> The Lady of the Land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I told her how he pined : and ah !<br>The deep, the low, the pleading tone<br>With which I sang another's love,<br> Interpreted my own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She listened with a flitting blush,<br>With downcast eyes, and modest grace ;<br>And she forgave me, that I gazed<br> Too fondly on her face !</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when I told the cruel scorn<br>That crazed that bold and lovely Knight,<br>And that he crossed the mountain-woods,<br> Nor rested day nor night ;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That sometimes from the savage den,<br>And sometimes from the darksome shade,<br>And sometimes starting up at once<br> In green and sunny glade,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There came and looked him in the face<br>An angel beautiful and bright ;<br>And that he knew it was a Fiend,<br> This miserable Knight !</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And that unknowing what he did,<br>He leaped amid a murderous band,<br>And saved from outrage worse than death<br> The Lady of the Land !</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And how she wept, and clasped his knees ;<br>And how she tended him in vain--<br>And ever strove to expiate<br> The scorn that crazed his brain ;--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And that she nursed him in a cave ;<br>And how his madness went away,<br>When on the yellow forest-leaves<br> A dying man he lay ;--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His dying words--but when I reached<br>That tenderest strain of all the ditty,<br>My faultering voice and pausing harp<br> Disturbed her soul with pity !</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All impulses of soul and sense<br>Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve ;<br>The music and the doleful tale,<br> The rich and balmy eve ;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And hopes, and fears that kindle hope,<br>An undistinguishable throng,<br>And gentle wishes long subdued,<br> Subdued and cherished long !</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She wept with pity and delight,<br>She blushed with love, and virgin-shame ;<br>And like the murmur of a dream,<br> I heard her breathe my name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her bosom heaved--she stepped aside,<br>As conscious of my look she stepped--<br>The suddenly, with timorous eye<br> She fled to me and wept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She half enclosed me with her arms,<br>She pressed me with a meek embrace ;<br>And bending back her head, looked up,<br> And gazed upon my face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas partly love, and partly fear,<br>And partly 'twas a bashful art,<br>That I might rather feel, than see,<br> The swelling of her heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I calmed her fears, and she was calm,<br>And told her love with virgin pride ;<br>And so I won my Genevieve,<br> My bright and beauteous Bride.</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>
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Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,
 And feed his sacred flame.

Oft in my waking dreams do I
Live o'er again that happy hour,
When midway on the mount I lay,
 Beside the ruine..."></div>
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