<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539305" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song IX. - The fatal hours are wondrous near</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fatal hours are wondrous near,<br>That from these fountains bear my dear;<br>A little space is given; in vain<br>She robs my sight, and shuns the plain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A little space, for me to prove<br>My boundless flame, my endless love;<br>And, like the train of vulgar hours,<br>Invidious Time that space devours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Near yonder beech is Delia's way,<br>On that I gaze the livelong day;<br>No eastern monarch's dazzling pride<br>Should draw my longing eyes aside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The chief that knows of succours nigh,<br>And sees his mangled legions die,<br>Casts not a more impatient glance<br>To see the loitering aids advance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not more the schoolboy, that expires<br>Far from his native home, requires<br>To see some friend's familiar face,<br>Or meet a parent's last embrace-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She comes-but, ah! what crowds of beaus<br>In radiant bands my fair enclose!<br>Oh! better hadst thou shunn'd the green;<br>Oh, Delia! better far unseen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Methinks, by all my tender fears,<br>By all my sighs, by all my tears,<br>I might from torture now be free-<br>'Tis more than death to part from 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=539305" data-title="Song IX. - The fatal hours are wondrous near de William Shenstone" data-description="The fatal hours are wondrous near, That from these fountains bear my dear; A little space is given; in vain She robs my sight, and shuns the plain. A little space, for me to prove My boundless flame, my endless love; And, like the train of vulgar..."></div> </div> </div>

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