<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529796" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet to My Wife</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The curse of Adam, the old curse of all, <br>Though I inherit in this feverish life <br>Of worldly toil, vain wishes, and hard strife, <br>And fruitless thought, in Care's eternal thrall, <br>Yet more sweet honey than of bitter gall <br>I taste, through thee, my Eve, my sweet wife. <br>Then what was Man's lost Paradise!—how rife <br>Of bliss, since love is with him in his fall! <br>Such as our own pure passion still might frame, <br>Of this fair earth, and its delightful bow'rs, <br>If no fell sorrow, like the serpent, came <br>To trail its venom o'er the sweetest flow'rs;— <br>But oh! as many and such tears are ours, <br>As only should be shed for guilt and shame!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hood">Thomas Hood</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=529796" data-title="Sonnet to My Wife de Thomas Hood" data-description="The curse of Adam, the old curse of all, Though I inherit in this feverish life Of worldly toil, vain wishes, and hard strife, And fruitless thought, in Care's eternal thrall, Yet more sweet honey than of bitter gall I taste, through thee, my..."></div> </div> </div>

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