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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537816" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>See Where The Thames, The Purest Stream</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">See where the Thames, the purest stream<br>That wavers to the noon-day beam,<br>Divides the vale below;<br>While like a vein of liquid ore<br>His waves enrich the happy shore,<br>Still shining as they flow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor yet, my Delia, to the main<br>Runs the sweet tide without a stain<br>Unsullied as it seems;<br>Thy nymphs of many a sable flood<br>Deform with streaks of oozy mud<br>The bosom of the Thames.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some idle rivulets, that feed<br>And suckle every noisome weed,<br>A sandy bottom boast;<br>For ever bright, for ever clear,<br>Tho trifling shallow rills appear<br>In their own channel lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus fares it with the human soul,<br>Where copious floods of passion roll,<br>By genuine love supplied;<br>Fair in itself the current shows,<br>But ah! a thousand anxious woes<br>Pollute the noble tide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These are emotions known to few;<br>For where at most a vapoury dew<br>Surrounds the tranquil heart,<br>Then as the triflers never prove<br>The glad excess of real love,<br>They never prove the smart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O then my life, at last relent! <br>Though cruel the reproach I sent,<br>My sorrow was unfeigned:<br>Your passion, had I loved you not, <br>You might have scorned, renounced, forgot,<br>And I had ne'er complained.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While you indulge a groundless fear,<br>The imaginary woes you bear<br>Are real woes to me:<br>But thou art kind, and good thou art,<br>Nor wilt, by wronging thine own heart,<br>Unjustly punish me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How blessed the youth whom fate ordains<br>A kind relief from all his pains,<br>In some admired fair;<br>Whose tenderest wishes find expressed <br>Their own resemblance in her breast,<br>Exactly copied there!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What good soe'er the gods dispense,<br>The enjoyment of its influence<br>Still on her love depends;<br>Her love the shield that guards his heart,<br>Or wards the blow, or blunts the dart<br>That peevish fortune sends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus, Delia, while thy love endures,<br>The flame my happy breast secures<br>From fortune's fickle power;<br>Change as she list, she may increase,<br>But not abate my happiness,<br>Confirmed by thee before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus while I share her smiles with thee,<br>Welcome, my love, shall ever be<br>The favours she bestows;<br>Yet not on those I found my bliss,<br>But in the noble ecstasies<br>The faithful bosom knows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when she prunes her wings for flight,<br>And flutters nimbly from my sight,<br>Contented I resign<br>Whate'er she gave; thy love alone<br>I can securely call my own,<br>Happy while that is mine.</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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That wavers to the noon-day beam,
Divides the vale below;
While like a vein of liquid ore
His waves enrich the happy shore,
Still shining as they flow. 

Nor yet, my Delia, to the main
Runs the sweet tide wi..."></div>
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