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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529142" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Corydon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A PASTORAL</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SCENE: A roadside in Arcady</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SHEPHERD.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good sir, have you seen pass this way <br>A mischief straight from market-day? <br>You'd know her at a glance, I think; <br>Her eyes are blue, her lips are pink; <br>She has a way of looking back <br>Over her shoulder, and, alack! <br>Who gets that look one time, good sir, <br>Has naught to do but follow her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PILGRIM.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have not seen this maid, methinks, <br>Though she that passed had lips like pinks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SHEPHERD.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or like two strawberries made one <br>By some sly trick of dew and sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PILGRIM.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A poet!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SHEPHERD.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, a simple swain <br>That tends his flock on yonder plain, <br>Naught else, I swear by book and bell. <br>But she that passed, you marked her well. <br>Was she not smooth as any be <br>That dwell herein in Arcady?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PILGRIM.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her skin was as the satin bark <br>Of birches</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SHEPHERD.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Light or dark?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PILGRIM.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quite dark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SHEPHERD.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then 'twas not she.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PILGRIM.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The peach's side <br>That's next the sun is not so dyed <br>As was her cheek. Her hair hung down <br>Like summer twilight falling brown; <br>And when the breeze swept by, I wist <br>Her face was in a sombre mist.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SHEPHERD.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, that is not the maid I seek. <br>Her hair lies gold against the cheek; <br>Her yellow tresses take the morn <br>Like silken tassles of the corn. <br>And yet--brown locks are far from bad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PILGRIM.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I bethinks me, this one had <br>A figure like the willow-tree <br>Which, slight and supple, wondrously <br>Inclines to droop with pensive grace, <br>And still retains its proper place; <br>A foot so arched and very small <br>The marvel was she walked at all; <br>Her hand--in sooth I lack for words-- <br>her hand, five slender snow-white birds. <br>Her voice--though she but said &quot;God-speed&quot;-- <br>Was melody blown through a reed; <br>The girl Pan changed into a pipe <br>Had not a note so full and ripe. <br>And then her eye--my lad her eye! <br>Discreet, inviting, candid, shy, <br>An outward ice, an inward fire, <br>And lashes to the heart's desire-- <br>Soft fringes blacker than the sloe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SHEPHERD.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good sir, which way did this one go?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PILGRIM, solus.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, he is off! The silly youth <br>Knoweth not love in sober sooth. <br>He loves, thus lads at first are blind-- <br>No woman, only Womankind. <br>I needs must laugh, for, by the Mass, <br>No maid at all did this way pass!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Bailey+Aldrich">Thomas Bailey Aldrich</a><div class=q>
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SCENE: A roadside in Arcady

SHEPHERD.

Good sir, have you seen pass this way 
A mischief straight from market-day? 
You'd know her at a glance, I think; 
Her eyes are blue, her lips are pink; 
She has a way of looking back 
Over her s..."></div>
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