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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=585993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Melisinda's Misfortune</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tired with business of the day,<br>Upon her couch supinely lay<br>Fair Melisinda void of care,<br>No living creature being near:<br>When straight a calm and gentle sleep<br>Did o'er her drowsy eyelids creep;<br>Her senses thus be fetters tied,<br>By nimble fancy were supplied:<br>Her quick imagination brought<br>The ideas of her waking thought.<br>She dreamt herself a new made bride<br>In bed, by young Philander's side:<br>The posset eat, the stocking throw,<br>And all the company withdrawn;<br>And now the blest Elysium,<br>Of all her wished for joys, is come.<br>Philander, all dissolved in charms,<br>Lies raptured in her circling arms,<br>With panting breasts and swimming eyes<br>She meets the visionary joys;<br>In all the amorous postures love,<br>Which the height of ecstasy could move;<br>But as she roving did advance<br>Her trembling legs, O dire mischance!<br>The couch being near the fireside,<br>She expanded them, alas! too wide:<br>She exposed her nethermost attire<br>Unto the embraces of the fire;<br>So the chaste Phoenix of the East<br>With fluttering fires her spicy nest.<br>The flames at first did trembling seize<br>The dangling hem of the lost prize;<br>But finding no resistance, higher<br>As 'tis their nature to aspire,<br>Approaching near the seat of bliss,<br>The centre of earthly happiness,<br>Which vastly more of pleasure yields,<br>Than all the feigned Elysian fields.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last the flames were grown so rude,<br>They boldly everywhere intrude;<br>They soon recalled the lady's sense,<br>And chased the pleasing vision thence:<br>Soon as her eyes recovered light,<br>She straight beheld the dismal sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then viewing of her half-burnt smock,<br>Thus to herself the sad nymph spoke:<br>"Is this the effect of dreams? Is this<br>The fruit of all my fancy's bliss?<br>Misfortunes will, I see, betide,<br>When maidens throw their legs too wide:<br>Had I but kept my legs across,<br>I and my smock had had no loss:<br>I ought, I'm sure, to have more heed,<br>For ne'er had virgin greater need:<br>My kindness and my little care<br>Has left me scarce a smock to wear.<br>But I could bear the loss of them<br>Had not the fire disturbed my dream.<br>Ah! cruel flames, you're too unkind<br>To chase these fancies from my mind:<br>Down, down into your native cell<br>In your own blazing regions dwell:<br>Vex me no more, let me possess<br>My linen, or my dream in peace.<br>Thus the poor nymph, bewailed her treacherous luck,<br>At once to lose so good a dream and smock.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Brown">Thomas Brown</a><div class=q>
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