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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540310" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Song Of Impossibilities</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LADY, I loved you all last year, <br>How honestly and well -- <br>Alas! would weary you to hear, <br>And torture me to tell; <br>I raved beneath the midnight sky, <br>I sang beneath the limes -- <br>Orlando in my lunacy, <br>And Petrarch in my rhymes. <br>But all is over! When the sun <br>Dries up the boundless main, <br>When black is white, false-hearted one, <br>I may be yours again! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When passion's early hopes and fears <br>Are not derided things; <br>When truth is found in falling tears, <br>Or faith in golden rings; <br>When the dark Fates that rule our way <br>Instruct me where they hide <br>One woman that would ne'er betray, <br>One friend that never lied; <br>When summer shines without a cloud, <br>And bliss without a pain; <br>When worth is noticed in a crowd, <br>I may be yours again! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When science pours the light of day <br>Upon the lords of lands; <br>When Huskisson is heard to say <br>That Lethbridge understands; <br>When wrinkles work their way in youth <br>Or Eldon's in a hurry; <br>When lawyers represent the truth <br>Or Mr. Sumner Surrey; <br>When aldermen taste eloquence <br>Or bricklayers champagne; <br>When common law is common sense, <br>I may be yours again! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When learned judges play the beau, <br>Or learned pigs the tabor; <br>When traveller Bankes beats Cicero, <br>Or Mr. Bishop Weber; <br>When sinking funds discharge a debt, <br>Or female hands a bomb; <br>When bankrupts study the Gazette, <br>Or colleges Tom Thumb; <br>When little fishes learn to speak, <br>Or poets not to feign; <br>When Dr. Geldart construes Greek, <br>I may be yours again! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Pole and Thornton honour cheques, <br>Or Mr. Const a rogue; <br>When Jericho's in Middlesex, <br>Or minuets in vogue; <br>When Highgate goes to Devonport, <br>Or fashion to Guildhall; <br>When argument is heard at Court, <br>Or Mr. Wynn at all; <br>When Sydney Smith forgets to jest, <br>Or farmers to complain; <br>When kings that are are not the best, <br>I may be yours again! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When peers from telling money shrink, <br>Or monks from telling lies; <br>When hydrogen begins to sink, <br>Or Grecian scrip to rise; <br>When German poets cease to dream, <br>Americans to guess; <br>When Freedom sheds her holy beam <br>On Negroes, and the Press; <br>When there is any fear of Rome, <br>Or any hope of Spain; <br>When Ireland is a happy home, <br>I may be yours again! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you can cancel what has been, <br>Or alter what must be, <br>Or bring once more that vanished scene, <br>Those withered joys to me; <br>When you can tune the broken lute, <br>Or deck the blighted wreath, <br>Or rear the garden's richest fruit, <br>Upon a blasted heath; <br>When you can lure the wolf at bay <br>Back to his shattered chain, <br>To-day may then be yesterday -- <br>I may be yours again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Winthrop+Mackworth+Praed">Winthrop Mackworth Praed</a><div class=q>
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How honestly and well -- 
Alas! would weary you to hear, 
And torture me to tell; 
I raved beneath the midnight sky, 
I sang beneath the limes -- 
Orlando in my lunacy, 
And Petrarch in my rhymes. 
But all is over..."></div>
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