<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539495" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Song from Shakespeare's Cymbeline Sung by Guiderus and Ar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To fair Fidele's grassy tomb<br> Soft maids and village hinds shall bring<br> Each op'ning sweet, of earliest bloom,<br> And rifle all the breathing spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> No wailing ghost shall dare appear,<br> To vex with shrieks this quiet grove:<br> But shepherd lads assemble here,<br> And melting virgins own their love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> No wither'd witch shall here be seen,<br> No goblins lead their nightly crew:<br> The female fays shall haunt the green,<br> And dress thy grave with pearly dew!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The redbreast oft at ev'ning hours<br> Shall kindly lend his little aid:<br> With hoary moss, and gather'd flow'rs,<br> To deck the ground where thou art laid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> When howling winds, and beating rain,<br> In tempests shake the sylvan cell,<br> Or midst the chase on ev'ry plain,<br> The tender thought on thee shall dwell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Each lonely scene shall thee restore,<br> For thee the tear be duly shed:<br> Belov'd, till life could charm no more;<br> And mourn'd, till Pity's self be dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Taylor+Collins">William Taylor Collins</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=539495" data-title="A Song from Shakespeare's Cymbeline Sung by Guiderus and Ar de William Taylor Collins" data-description="To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each op'ning sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear, To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads ass..."></div> </div> </div>

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