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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529877" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Flower of Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis said the rose is Love's own flower, <br>Its blush so bright, its thorns so many; <br>And winter on its bloom has power, <br>But has not on its sweetness any. <br>For though young Love's ethereal rose <br>Will droop on Age's wintry bosom, <br>Yet still its faded leaves disclose <br>The fragrance of their earliest blossom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But ah! the fragrance lingering there <br>Is like the sweets that mournful duty <br>Bestows with sadly-soothing care, <br>To deck the grave of bloom and beauty. <br>For when its leaves are shrunk and dry, <br>Its blush extinct, to kindle never, <br>That fragrance is but Memory's sigh, <br>That breathes of pleasures past for ever. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why did not Love the amaranth choose, <br>That bears no thorns, and cannot perish ?<br>Alas! no sweets its flowers diffuse, <br>And only sweets Love's life can cherish. <br>But be the rose and amaranth twined, <br>And Love, their mingled powers assuming, <br>Shall round his brows a chaplet bind, <br>For ever sweet, for ever blooming.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Love+Peacock">Thomas Love Peacock</a><div class=q>
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Its blush so bright, its thorns so many; 
And winter on its bloom has power, 
But has not on its sweetness any. 
For though young Love's ethereal rose 
Will droop on Age's wintry bosom, 
Yet still its fade..."></div>
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