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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Quia Multum Amavi</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">DEAR Heart I think the young impassioned priest<br> When first he takes from out the hidden shrine<br> His God imprisoned in the Eucharist,<br> And eats the bread, and drinks the dreadful wine,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Feels not such awful wonder as I felt<br> When first my smitten eyes beat full on thee,<br> And all night long before thy feet I knelt<br> Till thou wert wearied of Idolatry.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Ah! had'st thou liked me less and loved me more,<br> Through all those summer days of joy and rain,<br> I had not now been sorrow's heritor,<br> Or stood a lackey in the House of Pain.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Yet, though remorse, youth's white-faced seneschal<br> Tread on my heels with all his retinue,<br> I am most glad I loved thee--think of all<br> The suns that go to make one speedwell blue!</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=Oscar+Wilde">Oscar Wilde</a></strong></div>

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