<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519733" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To a Lock of Hair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright<br>As in that well - remember'd night<br>When first thy mystic braid was wove,<br>And first my Agnes whisper'd love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since then how often hast thou prest<br>The torrid zone of this wild breast,<br>Whose wrath and hate have sworn to dwell<br>With the first sin that peopled hell;<br>A breast whose blood's a troubled ocean,<br>Each throb the earthquake's wild commotion!<br>O if such clime thou canst endure<br>Yet keep thy hue unstain'd and pure,<br>What conquest o'er each erring thought<br>Of that fierce realm had Agnes wrought!<br>I had not wander'd far and wide<br>With such an angel for my guide;<br>Nor heaven nor earth could then reprove me<br>If she had lived and lived to love me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not then this world's wild joys had been<br>To me one savage hunting scene,<br>My sole delight the headlong race<br>And frantic hurry of the chase;<br>To start, pursue, and bring to bay,<br>Rush in, drag down, and rend my prey,<br>Then - from the carcass turn away!<br>Mine ireful mood had sweetness tamed,<br>And soothed each wound which pride inflamed: -<br>Yes, God and man might now approve me<br>If thou hadst lived and lived to love me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Walter+Scott">Sir Walter Scott</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=519733" data-title="To a Lock of Hair de Sir Walter Scott" data-description="Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright As in that well - remember'd night When first thy mystic braid was wove, And first my Agnes whisper'd love. Since then how often hast thou prest The torrid zone of this wild breast, Whose wrath and hate ha..."></div> </div> </div>

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