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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537529" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Addressed To Miss Macartney, Afterwards Mrs. Greville, On Reading The Prayer For Indifference</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And dwells there in a female heart,<br>By bounteous heaven design'd<br>The choicest raptures to impact, <br>To feel the most refined;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dwells there a wish in such a breast<br>Its nature to forego,<br>To smother in ignoble rest<br>At once both bliss and woe?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far be the thought, and far the strain,<br>Which breathes the low desire.<br>How sweet soe'er the verse complain,<br>Though Phoebus string the lyre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come then, fair maid (in nature wise), <br>Who, knowing them, can tell<br>From generous sympathy what joys<br>The glowing bosom swell;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In justice to the various powers<br>Of pleasing, which you share,<br>Join me, amid your silent hours,<br>To form the better prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With lenient balm may Oberon hence<br>To fairy land be driven,<br>With every herb that blunts the sense<br>Mankind received from heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh! if my Soverign Author please,<br>Far be it from my fate,<br>To live unblest in torpid ease,<br>And slumber on in state;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each tender tie of life defied,<br>Whence social pleasures spring:<br>Unmoved with all the world beside,<br>A solitary thing.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some Alpine mountain wrapt in snow,<br>Thus braves the whirling blast,<br>Eternal winter doomed to know,<br>No genial spring to taste;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain warm suns their influence shed,<br>The zephyrs sport in vain,<br>He rears unchanged his barren head,<br>Whilst beauty decks the plain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What though in scaly armour dress'd, <br>Indifference may repel<br>The shafts of woe, in such a breast<br>No joy can ever dwell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis woven in the world's great plan,<br>And fix'd by Heaven's decree,<br>That all the true delights of man<br>Should spring from Sympathy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis nature bids, and whilst the laws<br>Of nature we retain,<br>Our self-approving bosom draws<br>A pleasure from its pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus grief itself has comforts dear,<br>The sordid never know;<br>And ecstasy attends the tear,<br>When virtue bids it flow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For when it streams from that pure source,<br>No bribes the heart can win,<br>To check, or alter from its course<br>The luxury within.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Peace to the phlegm of sullen elves,<br>Who, if from labour eased,<br>Extend no care beyond themselves,<br>Unpleasing and unpleased.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let no low thought suggest the prayer!<br>Oh! grant, kind Heaven, to me,<br>Long as I draw ethereal air,<br>Sweet Sensibility!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where'er the heavenly nymph is seen,<br>With lustre-beaming eye,<br>A train, attendant on their queen,<br>(Her rosy chorus) fly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The jocund Loves in Hymen's band,<br>With torches ever bright,<br>And generous Friendship hand in hand,<br>With Pity's watery sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gentler virtues too are join'd,<br>In youth immortal warm,<br>The soft relations which combined <br>Give life her every charm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Arts come smiling in the close,<br>And lend celestial fire;<br>The marble breathes, the canvas glows,<br>The Muses sweep the lyre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Still may my melting bosom cleave<br>To sufferings not my own;<br>And still the sigh responsive heave,<br>Where'er is heard a groan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So Pity shall take Virtue's part,<br>Her natural ally,<br>And fashioning my softened heart,<br>Prepare it for the sky.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This artless vow may Heaven receive,<br>And you, fond maid, approve:<br>So may your guiding angel give<br>Whate'er you wish or love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So may the rosy-fingered hours<br>Lead on the various year,<br>And every joy, which now is yours,<br>Extend a larger sphere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And suns to come, as round they wheel,<br>Your golden moments bless,<br>With all a tender heart can feel,<br>Or lively fancy guess.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cowper">William Cowper</a><div class=q>
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By bounteous heaven design'd
The choicest raptures to impact, 
To feel the most refined;

Dwells there a wish in such a breast
Its nature to forego,
To smother in ignoble rest
At once both bliss and woe?

Far be..."></div>
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