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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530022" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Take Back the Virgin Page</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Written on Returning a Blank Book</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Take back the virgin page, <br>White and unwritten still; <br>Some hand, more calm and sage, <br>The leaf must fill. <br>Thoughts come, as pure as light <br>Pure as even you require; <br>But, oh! each word I write <br>Love turns to fire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet let me keep the book: <br>Oft shall my heart renew, <br>When on its leaves I look, <br>Dear thoughts of you. <br>Like you, 'tis fair and bright; <br>Like you, too bright and fair <br>To let wild passion write <br>One wrong wish there. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Haply, when from those eyes <br>Far, far away I roam, <br>Should calmer thoughts arise <br>Towards you and home; <br>Fancy may trace some line, <br>Worthy those eyes to meet, <br>Thoughts that not burn, but shine, <br>Pure, calm, and sweet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as, o'er ocean far, <br>Seamen their records keep, <br>Led by some hidden star <br>Through the cold deep; <br>So may the words I write <br>Tell through what storms I stray -- <br>You still the unseen light, <br>Guiding my way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Moore">Thomas Moore</a><div class=q>
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Take back the virgin page, 
White and unwritten still; 
Some hand, more calm and sage, 
The leaf must fill. 
Thoughts come, as pure as light 
Pure as even you require; 
But, oh! each word I write 
Love turns to ..."></div>
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