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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530143" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Days Have Been So Wondrous Free</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My days have been so wondrous free, <br>The little birds that fly <br>With careless ease from tree to tree, <br>Were but as bless'd as I. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ask gliding waters, if a tear <br>Of mine increas'd their stream? <br>Or ask the flying gales, if e'er <br>I lent one sigh to them? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now my former days retire, <br>And I'm by beauty caught; <br>The tender chains of sweet desire <br>Are fix'd upon my thought. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye nightingales, ye twisting pines! <br>Ye swains that haunt the grove! <br>Ye gentle echoes, breezy winds! <br>Ye close retreats of love! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With all of nature, all of art, <br>Assist the dear design; <br>Oh teach a young, unpractic'd heart <br>To make my Nancy mine! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The very thought of change I hate, <br>As much as of despair; <br>Nor ever covet to be great, <br>Unless it be for her. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis true, the passion in my mind <br>Is mix'd with soft distress; <br>Yet while the fair I love is kind, <br>I cannot wish it less.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Parnell">Thomas Parnell</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=530143" data-title="My Days Have Been So Wondrous Free de Thomas Parnell" data-description="My days have been so wondrous free, The little birds that fly With careless ease from tree to tree, Were but as bless'd as I. Ask gliding waters, if a tear Of mine increas'd their stream? Or ask the flying gales, if e'er I lent one sigh to..."></div> </div> </div>
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