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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539518" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode to Pity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O THOU, the Friend of Man assign'd, <br>With balmy Hands his Wounds to bind, <br> And charm his frantic Woe: <br>When first Distress with Dagger keen <br>Broke forth to waste his destin'd Scene, <br> His wild unsated Foe!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By Pella's Bard, a magic Name, <br>By all the Griefs his Thoughts could frame, <br> Receiue my humble Rite: <br>Long, Pity, let the Nations view <br>Thy sky-worn Robes of tend'rest Blue, <br> And Eyes of dewy Light!<br>3.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But wherefore need I wander wide <br>To old Ilissus' distant Side, <br> Deserted Stream, and mute? <br>Wild Arun too has heard thy Strains, <br>And Echo, 'midst my native Plains, <br> Been sooth'd by Pity's Lute.<br>4.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There first the Wren thy Myrtles shed <br>On gentlest Otway's infant Head, <br> To Him thy Cell was shown; <br>And while He sung the Female heart, <br>With Youth's soft Notes unspoil'd by Art, <br> Thy Turtles mix'd their own.<br>5.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, Pity, come, by Fancy's Aid, <br>Ev'n now my Thoughts, relenting Maid, <br> Thy Temple's Pride design: <br>Its Southern Site, its Truth compleat <br>Shall raise a wild Enthusiast Heat, <br> In all who view the Shrine.<br>6.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There Picture's Toils shall well relate, <br>How Chance, or hard involving Fate, <br> O'er mortal Bliss prevail: <br>The Buskin'd Muse shall near her stand, <br>And sighing prompt her tender Hand, <br> With each disastrous Tale.<br>7.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There let me oft, retir'd by Day, <br>In Dreams of Pasion melt away, <br> Allow'd with Thee to dwell: <br>There waste the mournful Lamp of Night, <br>Till, Virgin, Thou again delight <br> To hear a British shell!</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>
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With balmy Hands his Wounds to bind, 
 And charm his frantic Woe: 
When first Distress with Dagger keen 
Broke forth to waste his destin'd Scene, 
 His wild unsated Foe!

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