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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512798" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On A Connubial Rupture In High Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sigh, fair injured stranger! for thy fate;<br>But what shall sighs avail thee? Thy poor heart,<br>'Mid all the 'pomp and circumstance' of state,<br>Shivers in nakedness. Unbidden, start </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sad recollections of Hope's garish dream,<br>That shaped a seraph form, and named it Love,<br>Its hues gay-varying, as the orient beam<br>Varies the neck of Cytherea's dove. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To one soft accent of domestic joy,<br>Poor are the shouts that shake the high-arched dome:<br>Those plaudits, that thy public path annoy,<br>Alas! they tell thee--Thou'rt a wretch at home!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O then retire and weep! Their very woes<br>Solace the guiltless. Drop the pearly flood<br>On thy sweet infant, as the full-blown rose,<br>Surcharged with dew, bends o'er its neighb'ring bud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And oh that Truth some holy spell might lend<br>To lure thy wanderer from the syren's power,<br>Then bid your souls inseparably blend<br>Like two bright dewdrops meeting in a flower.</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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'Mid all the 'pomp and circumstance' of state,
Shivers in nakedness. Unbidden, start 

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