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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On An Unfortunate And Beautiful Woman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, Mary, when distress and anguish came,<br>And slow disease preyed on thy wasted frame;<br>When every friend, ev'n like thy bloom, was fled,<br>And Want bowed low thy unsupported head;<br>Sure sad Humanity a tear might give,<br>And Virtue say, Live, beauteous sufferer, live!<br>But should there one be found, (amidst the few<br>Who with compassion thy last pangs might view),<br>One who beheld thy errors with a tear,<br>To whom the ruins of thy heart were dear, <br>Who fondly hoped, the ruthful season past,<br>Thy faded virtues might revive at last;<br>Should such be found--oh! when he saw thee lie,<br>Closing on every earthly hope thine eye;<br>When he beheld despair, with rueful trace,<br>Mark the strange features of thy altered face;<br>When he beheld, as painful death drew nigh,<br>Thy pale, pale cheek, thy feebly lifted eye,<br>Thy chill, shrunk hand, hung down as in despair,<br>Or slowly raised, with many a muttered prayer;-- <br>When thus, in early youth, he saw thee bend<br>Poor to the grave, and die without a friend;<br>Some sadder feelings might unbidden start,<br>And more than common pity touch his heart!<br>The eventful scene is closed; with pausing dread<br>And sorrow I drew nigh the silent bed;<br>Thy look was calm--thy heart was cold and still,<br>As if the world had never used it ill;<br>Methought the last faint smile, with traces weak,<br>Still seemed to linger on thy faded cheek. <br>Poor Mary! though most beauteous in thy face,<br>Ere sorrow touched it, beamed each lovely grace;<br>Yet, oh! thy living features never wore<br>A look so sweet, so eloquent before,<br>As this, which bids all human passions cease,<br>And tells my pitying heart you died in peace!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Lisle+Bowles">William Lisle Bowles</a><div class=q>
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And slow disease preyed on thy wasted frame;
When every friend, ev'n like thy bloom, was fled,
And Want bowed low thy unsupported head;
Sure sad Humanity a tear might give,
And Virtue say, Live, beauteous ..."></div>
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