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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538942" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>First Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A clergyman in Berkshire dwelt,<br>The REVEREND BERNARD POWLES,<br>And in his church there weekly knelt<br>At least a hundred souls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There little ELLEN you might see,<br>The modest rustic belle;<br>In maidenly simplicity,<br>She loved her BERNARD well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though ELLEN wore a plain silk gown<br>Untrimmed with lace or fur,<br>Yet not a husband in the town<br>But wished his wife like her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though sterner memories might fade,<br>You never could forget<br>The child-form of that baby-maid,<br>The Village Violet!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A simple frightened loveliness,<br>Whose sacred spirit-part<br>Shrank timidly from worldly stress,<br>And nestled in your heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">POWLES woo'd with every well-worn plan<br>And all the usual wiles<br>With which a well-schooled gentleman<br>A simple heart beguiles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hackneyed compliments that bore<br>World-folks like you and me,<br>Appeared to her as if they wore<br>The crown of Poesy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His winking eyelid sang a song<br>Her heart could understand,<br>Eternity seemed scarce too long<br>When BERNARD squeezed her hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He ordered down the martial crew<br>Of GODFREY'S Grenadiers,<br>And COOTE conspired with TINNEY to<br>Ecstaticise her ears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath her window, veiled from eye,<br>They nightly took their stand;<br>On birthdays supplemented by<br>The Covent Garden band.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And little ELLEN, all alone,<br>Enraptured sat above,<br>And thought how blest she was to own<br>The wealth of POWLES'S love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I often, often wonder what<br>Poor ELLEN saw in him;<br>For calculated he was NOT<br>To please a woman's whim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wasn't good, despite the air<br>An M.B. waistcoat gives;<br>Indeed, his dearest friends declare<br>No greater humbug lives.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No kind of virtue decked this priest,<br>He'd nothing to allure;<br>He wasn't handsome in the least, -<br>He wasn't even poor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No - he was cursed with acres fat<br>(A Christian's direst ban),<br>And gold - yet, notwithstanding that,<br>Poor ELLEN loved the man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As unlike BERNARD as could be<br>Was poor old AARON WOOD<br>(Disgraceful BERNARD'S curate he):<br>He was extremely good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A BAYARD in his moral pluck<br>Without reproach or fear,<br>A quiet venerable duck<br>With fifty pounds a year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No fault had he - no fad, except<br>A tendency to strum,<br>In mode at which you would have wept,<br>A dull harmonium.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had no gold with which to hire<br>The minstrels who could best<br>Convey a notion of the fire<br>That raged within his breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so, when COOTE and TINNEY'S Own<br>Had tootled all they knew,<br>And when the Guards, completely blown,<br>Exhaustedly withdrew,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And NELL began to sleepy feel,<br>Poor AARON then would come,<br>And underneath her window wheel<br>His plain harmonium.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He woke her every morn at two,<br>And having gained her ear,<br>In vivid colours AARON drew<br>The sluggard's grim career.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He warbled Apiarian praise,<br>And taught her in his chant<br>To shun the dog's pugnacious ways,<br>And imitate the ant.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still NELL seemed not, how much he played,<br>To love him out and out,<br>Although the admirable maid<br>Respected him, no doubt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She told him of her early vow,<br>And said as BERNARD'S wife<br>It might be hers to show him how<br>To rectify his life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;You are so pure, so kind, so true,<br>Your goodness shines so bright,<br>What use would ELLEN be to you?<br>Believe me, you're all right.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She wished him happiness and health,<br>And flew on lightning wings<br>To BERNARD with his dangerous wealth<br>And all the woes it brings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Schwenck+Gilbert">William Schwenck Gilbert</a><div class=q>
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The REVEREND BERNARD POWLES,
And in his church there weekly knelt
At least a hundred souls.

There little ELLEN you might see,
The modest rustic belle;
In maidenly simplicity,
She loved her BERNARD well.

Though ELL..."></div>
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