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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537912" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Symptoms of Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would my Delia know if I love, let her take<br>My last thought at night, and the first when I wake;<br>With my prayers and best wishes preferred for her sake. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let her guess what I muse on, when rambling alone<br>I stride o'er the stubble each day with my gun,<br>Never ready to shoot till the covey is flown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let her think what odd whimsies I have in my brain,<br>When I read one page over and over again,<br>And discover at last that I read it in vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let her say why so fixed and so steady my look,<br>Without ever regarding the person who spoke, <br>Still affecting to laugh, without hearing the joke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or why when the pleasure her praises I hear,<br>(That sweetest of melody sure to my ear), <br>I attend, and at once inattentive appear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And lastly, when summoned to drink to my flame,<br>Let her guess why I never once mention her name,<br>Though herself and the woman I love are the same.</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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