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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=447604" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Oriental Nosegay. By Pickersgill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=447604" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THROUGH the light curtains came the perfumed air,<br>And flung them back and show'd a garden, where<br>The eye could just catch glimpses of those trees<br>Which send sweet messages upon the breeze<br>To lull a maiden's sleep, and fan her cheek,<br>When inward thoughts in outward blushes speak.<br>Bequeath's a silken couch, just fit to be<br>A snowy shrine for some fair deity;<br>And there a beauty rests, lovely as those<br>Enchanted visions haunting the repose<br>Of the young poet, when his eyelids shut<br>To dream that love they have but dream'd as yet;--<br>But dream'd! Alas, that love should ever be<br>A happiness but made for phantasie!<br>And flowers are by her side, and her dark eye<br>Seems as it read in them her destiny.<br>She knew whose hand had gather'd them, she knew<br>Whose sigh and touch were on their scent and hue.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=447604" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Beautiful language! Love's peculiar, own,<br>But only to the spring and summer known.<br>Ah! little marvel in such clime and age<br>As that of our too earth-bound pilgrimage,<br>That we should daily hear that love is fled,<br>And hope grown pale, and lighted feelings dead.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=447604" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Not for the cold, the careless to impart,<br>By such sweet signs, the silence of the heart:<br>But surely in the countries where the sun<br>Lights loveliness in all he shines upon,--<br>Where love is as a mystery and a dream,<br>One single flower upon life's troubled stream;<br>There, there, perchance, may the young bosom thrill,<br>Feeling and fancy linger with love still.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=447604" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She look'd upon the blossoms, and a smile,<br>A twilight one, lit up her lip the while.<br>Surely her love is blest, no leaves are there<br>That aught of lover's misery declare.<br>True, 'mid them is that pale and pining flower,<br>Whose dim blue colour speaks an absent hour;<br>Yet it is nothing but that tender sorrow<br>Of those who part to-day to meet to-morrow:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=447604" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For there are hope and constancy beside,<br>And are not these to happiness allied;<br>And yet upon that maiden's cheek is caught<br>A summer evening's shade of pensive thought,<br>As if these large soft eyes knew all their fate,<br>How the heart would its destiny create,--<br>At once too tender, and too passionate;--<br>Too made for happiness to be happy here,<br>An angel fetter'd to an earthly sphere.--<br>And those dark eyes, so large, so soft, so bright,<br>So clear as if their very tears were light;<br>They tell that destiny, art thou not one<br>To whom love will be like the summer sun<br>That feeds the diamond in the secret mine,<br>Then calls it from its solitude to shine,<br>And piece by piece be broken. Watch the bloom,<br>And mark its fading to an early tomb,<br>And read in the decay upon it stealing<br>Of thy own wasted hope and wither'd feeling,--<br>Ay, fitting messengers for love! as fair,<br>As quickly past as his own visions are;--<br>Fling, fling the flowers away!</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=Letitia+Elizabeth+Landon">Letitia Elizabeth Landon</a></strong></div>