<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539265" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy XII. His Recantation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more the Muse obtrudes her thin disguise,<br>No more with awkward fallacy complains<br>How every fervour from my bosom flies,<br>And Reason in her lonesome palace reigns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ere the chill winter of our days arrive,<br>No more she paints the breast from passion free;<br>I feel, I feel one loitering wish survive-<br>Ah! need I, Florio, name that wish to thee?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The star of Venus ushers in the day,<br>The first, the loveliest of the train that shine!<br>The star of Venus lends her brightest ray,<br>When other stars their friendly beams resign.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still in my breast one soft desire remains,<br>Pure as that star, from guilt, from interest, free<br>Has gentle Delia tripp'd across the plains,<br>And need I, Florio, name that wish to thee?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While, cloy'd to find the scenes of life the same,<br>I tune with careless hand my languid lays,<br>Some secret impulse wakes my former flame,<br>And fires my strain with hopes of brighter days.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I slept not long beneath yon rural bowers,<br>And, lo! my crook with flowers adorn'd I see:<br>Has gentle Delia bound my crook with flowers,<br>And need I, Florio, name my hopes to thee?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Shenstone">William Shenstone</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539265" data-title="Elegy XII. His Recantation de William Shenstone" data-description="No more the Muse obtrudes her thin disguise, No more with awkward fallacy complains How every fervour from my bosom flies, And Reason in her lonesome palace reigns. Ere the chill winter of our days arrive, No more she paints the breast from passi..."></div> </div> </div>

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