<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=584329" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Written in the Blank Page of the Sorrows of Werther</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O thou, who turnest this impassioned leaf, <br>Where Anguish claims the sympathetic grief, <br>If no relentless prejudice can bind <br>In stagnant frost the mercy of thy mind; <br>If thou shalt guess how hard to inflict the smart <br>Of icy absence on the glowing heart, <br>When all that charm'd the sense, th' affection won, <br>Dwells in that form, which prudence bids us shun; <br>That present, soothes each rankling woe to rest, <br>Departed, desolates the languid breast, <br>Then thou'lt lament, amidst thy virtuous blame, <br>The wretched victim of a baneful flame, <br>Where ill-starr'd Love its deadliest lightning shed <br>On the pale Suicide's devoted head, <br>And woes, that would no holier thought allow, <br>Threw ghastly shadows on the bleeding brow.-- <br>Still, as thou weep'st their unresisted powers, <br>The virtues of the lost-one's happier hours <br>Shall o'er his fatal errors gently rise, <br>Live in thy heart, and consecrate thy sighs! <br>And for the soft compassion thou hast shown <br>For woes and frailties, to thy soul unknown, <br>For generous sympathy, which shines confest, <br>Eternal inmate of the noble breast, <br>Ne'er may embosom'd grief thine eye-lids dim,-- <br>O! live to love, but not to mourn, like him!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anna+Seward">Anna Seward</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=584329" data-title="Written in the Blank Page of the Sorrows of Werther de Anna Seward" data-description="O thou, who turnest this impassioned leaf, Where Anguish claims the sympathetic grief, If no relentless prejudice can bind In stagnant frost the mercy of thy mind; If thou shalt guess how hard to inflict the smart Of icy absence on the glowin..."></div> </div> </div>

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