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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Delia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Me to whatever state the gods assign,<br>Believe, my love, whatever state be mine,<br>Ne'er shall my breast one anxious sorrow know,<br>Ne'er shall my heart confess a real woe,<br>If to thy share heaven's choicest blessings fall,<br>As thou hast virtue to deserve them all.<br>Yet vain, alas! that idle hope would be<br>That builds on happiness remote from thee.<br>Oh! may thy charms, whate'er our fate decrees,<br>Please, as they must, but let them only please--<br>Not like the sun with equal influence shine,<br>Nor warm with transport any heart but mine.<br>Ye who from wealth the ill-grounded title boast<br>To claim whatever beauty charms you most;<br>Ye sons of fortune, who consult alone<br>Her parents' will, regardless of her own,<br>Know that a love like ours, a generous flame,<br>No wealth can purchase, and no power reclaim.<br>The soul's affection can be only given<br>Free, unextorted, as the grace of heaven.<br>Is there whose faithful bosom can endure<br>Pangs fierce as mine, nor ever hope a cure?<br>Who sighs in absence of the dear-loved maid?<br>Nor summons once indifference to his aid? <br>Who can, like me, the nice resentment prove,<br>The thousand soft disquietudes of love;<br>The trivial strifes that cause a real pain;<br>The real bliss when reconciled again?<br>Let him alone dispute the real prize,<br>And read his sentence in my Delia's eyes;<br>There shall he read all gentleness and truth,<br>But not himself, the dear distinguished youth;<br>Pity for him perhaps they may express--<br>Pity, that will but heighten his distress.<br>But, wretched rival! he must sigh to see<br>The sprightlier rays of love directed all to me.<br>And thou, dear antidote of every pain<br>Which fortune can inflict, or love ordain,<br>Since early love has taught thee to despise<br>What the world's worthless votaries only prize,<br>Believe, my love! no less the generous god<br>Rules in my breast, his ever blest abode;<br>There has he driven each gross desire away,<br>Directing every wish and every thought to thee!<br>Then can I ever leave my Delia's arms,<br>A slave, devoted to inferior charms?<br>Can e'er my soul her reason so disgrace?<br>For what blest minister of heavenly race<br>Would quit that heaven to find a happier place?</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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Believe, my love, whatever state be mine,
Ne'er shall my breast one anxious sorrow know,
Ne'er shall my heart confess a real woe,
If to thy share heaven's choicest blessings fall,
As thou hast virtue to deserv..."></div>
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