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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537495" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHO calls me bold because I won my love, <br> And did not pine, <br>And waste my life with secret pain, but strove <br> To make him mine? <br> <br>I us’d no arts; ’t was Nature’s self that taught <br> My eye to speak, <br>And bid the burning blush to paint unsought <br> My flashing cheek; <br> <br>That made my voice to tremble when I bid <br> My love “Goodby,”<br>So weak that every other sound was hid, <br> Except a sigh. <br> <br>Oh, was it wrong to use the truth I knew, <br> That hearts are mov’d, <br>And spring warm-struck with life and love anew,<br> By being lov’d? <br> <br>One night there came a tear, that, big and loth, <br> Stole ’neath my brow. <br>’T was thus I won my heart’s own heart, and both <br> Are happy now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cosmo+Monkhouse">William Cosmo Monkhouse</a><div class=q>
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 And did not pine, 
And waste my life with secret pain, but strove 
 To make him mine? 
 
I us’d no arts; ’t was Nature’s self that taught 
 My eye to speak, 
And bid the burning blush to paint unsou..."></div>
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