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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535485" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Theron And Zoe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zoe: Changed? very true, O Theron, I am changed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Theron: It would at least have been as merciful<br>To hold a moment back from me the briar<br>You let recoil thus sharply or my breast.<br>Not long ago, not very long, you own'd<br>With maiden blushes, which became your brow<br>Better than corn-flower, or that periwinkle<br>Trained round it by a very careful hand,<br>A long while trimming it (no doubt) and proud<br>Of making its blue blossom laugh at me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zoe: I could laugh too. What did I own? It seems<br>(It was so little) you have quite forgot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Theron: That, since we sate together lay by day,<br>And walkt together, sang together, none<br>Of earliest, gentlest, fondest, maiden friends<br>Loved you as formerly. If one remain'd<br>Dearer to you than any of the rest,<br>You could not wish her greater happiness . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zoe: Than what?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">TheronI think you never could have said it . .<br>I must have dreamt it . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zoe: Tell me then your dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Theron: I thought you said . . nay, I will swear you said . .<br>More than one heard it . . that you could not wish<br>The nearest to your heart more perfect joy<br>Than Theron's love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zoe: Did I?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Theron: The Gods in heaven<br>Are witnesses, no less than woodland Gods,<br>That you did say it. O how changed! no word,<br>No look, for Theron now!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zoe: Girls often say<br>More than they mean: men always do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Theron: By Pan!<br>Who punishes with restless nights the false,<br>Hurling the sleeper down the precipice<br>Into the roaring gulph, or letting loose<br>Hounds, wolves, and tigers after him, his legs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meanwhile tied not quite close, but just apart,<br>In withy bands. . by him I swear, my tongue,<br>Zoe! can never utter half my love.<br>Retract not one fond word.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zoe: I must retract<br>The whole of those.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Theron: And leave me most unblest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zoe: I know not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Theron: Heed not, rather say. Farewell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zoe: Farewell. I will not call you back again.<br>Go, Theron! hatred soon will sear your wound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Theron: Falsehood I hate: I can not hate the false.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zoe:Never? Then scorn her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Theron: I can scorn myself,<br>And will; for others are preferr'd to me;<br>The untried to the tried.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zoe: You said farewell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Theron: Again I say it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zoe: Now I can believe<br>That you, repeating it, indeed are gone.<br>Yet seem you standing where you stood before.<br>Hath Pan done this? Pan, who doth such strange things.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Theron: Laugh me to scorn: derision I deserve:<br>But let that smile . . O let it be less sweet!<br>Sorrowful let me part, but not insane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zoe: I know some words that charm insanity<br>Before it can take hold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Theron: Speak them; for now<br>Are they most wanted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zoe: I did say, 'tis true,<br>If on this solid earth friend dear enough<br>Remain'd to me, that Theron is the youth<br>I would desire to bless her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Theron: To avoid<br>My importunity; to hear no more<br>The broken words that spoilt our mutual song,<br>The sobs that choakt my flute, the humidity<br>(Not from the lip) that gurgled on the stops.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zoe: I would avoid them all; they troubled me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Theron: Now then, farewell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zoe: I will do all the harm<br>I can to any girl who hopes to love you;<br>Nor shall you have her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Theron: Vain and idle threat!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zoe:So, Theron! you would love then once again?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Theron: Never; were love as possible and easy . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zoe: As what?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Theron: As death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zoe: O Theron! once indeed<br>I said the words which then so flatter'd you,<br>And now so pain you. Long before my friends<br>Left me through envy of your fondness for me,<br>No, not the dearest of them could I bear<br>To see beloved by you. False words I spake,<br>Not knowing then how false they were.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Theron: Speak now<br>One that shall drown them all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zoe: My voice is gone.<br>Why did you kiss me . . if you wisht to hear it?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walter+Savage+Landor">Walter Savage Landor</a><div class=q>
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Theron: It would at least have been as merciful
To hold a moment back from me the briar
You let recoil thus sharply or my breast.
Not long ago, not very long, you own'd
With maiden blushes, which b..."></div>
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