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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457213" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Garland</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457213" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The pride of every grove I chose,<br>The violet sweet and lily fair,<br>The dappled pink and blushing rose,<br>To deck my charming Cloe's hair.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457213" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At morn the nymph vouchsafed to place<br>Upon her brow the various wreath;<br>The flowers less blooming than her face,<br>The scent less fragrant than her breath.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457213" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The flowers she wore along the day,<br>And every nymph and shepherd said,<br>That in her hair they look'd more gay <br>Than glowing in their native bed.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457213" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Undress'd at evening, when she found<br>Their odours lost, their colours past,<br>She changed her look, and on the ground<br>Her garland and her eyes she cast.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457213" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">That eye dropp'd sense distinct and clear<br>As any Muse's tongue could speak,<br>When from its lid a pearly tear<br>Ran trickling down her beauteous cheek.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457213" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Dissembling what I knew too well,<br>My love, my life, said I, explain<br>This change of humour; pr'ythee tell,<br>That falling tear - what does it mean?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457213" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She sigh'd, she smiled; and to the flowers<br>Pointing, the lovely moralist said, <br>See, friend, in some few fleeting hours,<br>See yonder what a change is made.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457213" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ah me! the blooming pride of May <br>And that of Beauty are but one;<br>At morn both flourish bright and gay,<br>Both fade at evening, pale, and gone.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457213" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At dawn poor Stella danced and sung,<br>The amorous youth around her bow'd;<br>At night her fatal knell was rung;<br>I saw and kiss'd her in her shroud.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457213" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Such as she is who died to-day,<br>Such I, alas! may be to-morrow;<br>Go, Damon, bid thy Muse display <br>The justice of thy Cloe's sorrow.</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=Matthew+Prior">Matthew Prior</a></strong></div>

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