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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415295" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song, In Imitation Of Shakspeare's</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415295" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">1</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415295" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Blow, blow, thou vernal gale!<br>Thy balm will not avail<br>To ease my aching breast;<br>Though thou the billows smooth,<br>Thy murmurs cannot soothe<br>My weary soul to rest.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415295" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>2</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415295" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Flow, flow, thou tuneful stream!<br>Infuse the easy dream<br>Into the peaceful soul;<br>But thou canst not compose<br>The tumult of my woes,<br>Though soft thy waters roll.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415295" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>3</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415295" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Blush, blush, ye fairest flowers!<br>Beauties surpassing yours<br>My Rosalind adorn;<br>Nor is the Winter's blast,<br>That lays your glories waste,<br>So killing as her scorn.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415295" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>4</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415295" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Breathe, breathe, ye tender lays,<br>That linger down the maze<br>Of yonder winding grove;<br>O let your soft control<br>Bend her relenting soul<br>To pity and to love.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415295" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>5</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415295" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fade, fade, ye flowerets fair!<br>Gales, fan no more the air!<br>Ye streams, forget to glide;<br>Be hush'd each vernal strain;<br>Since nought can soothe my pain,<br>Nor mitigate her pride.</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=James+Beattie">James Beattie</a></strong></div>

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