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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392017" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>House Of Bondage</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392017" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392017" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When I perceive Love's heavenly reaping still<br>Regard perforce the clouds' vicissitude,<br>That the fixed spirit loves not when it will,<br>But craves its seasons of the flawful blood;<br>When I perceive that the high poet doth<br>Oft voiceless stray beneath the uninfluent stars,<br>That even Urania of her kiss is loath,<br>And Song's brave wings fret on their sensual bars;<br>When I perceived the fullest-sail-ed sprite<br>Lag at most need upon the leth-ed seas,<br>The provident captainship oft voided quite,<br>And lam-ed lie deep-draughted argosies;<br>I scorn myself, that put for such strange toys<br>The wit of man to purposes of boys.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392017" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">II</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392017" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The spirit's ark sealed with a little clay,<br>Was old ere Memphis grew a memory; <br>The hand pontifical to break away<br>That seal what shall surrender? Not the sea<br>Which did englut great Egypt and his war,<br>Nor all the desert-drown-ed sepulchres.<br>Love's feet are stained with clay and travel-sore,<br>And dusty are Song's lucent wing and hairs.<br>O Love, that must do courtesy to decay,<br>Eat hasty bread standing with loins up-girt,<br>How shall this stead thy feet for their sore way?<br>Ah, Song, what brief embraces balm thy hurt!<br>Had Jacob's toil full guerdon, casting his<br>Twice-seven heaped years to burn in Rachel's kiss?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Francis+Thompson">Francis Thompson</a></strong></div>

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