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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478221" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love's Rose</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478221" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I.<br>Hopes, that swell in youthful breasts,<br>Live not through the waste of time!<br>Love’s rose a host of thorns invests;<br>Cold, ungenial is the clime,<br>Where its honours blow. <br>Youth says, ‘The purple flowers are mine,’<br>Which die the while they glow.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478221" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">II.<br>Dear the boon to Fancy given,<br>Retracted whilst it’s granted:<br>Sweet the rose which lives in Heaven,<br>Although on earth ’tis planted,<br>Where its honours blow,<br>While by earth’s slaves the leaves are riven<br>Which die the while they glow.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478221" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">III.<br>Age cannot Love destroy, <br>But perfidy can blast the flower,<br>Even when in most unwary hour<br>It blooms in Fancy’s bower.<br>Age cannot Love destroy,<br>But perfidy can rend the shrine<br>In which its vermeil splendours shine.</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=Percy+Bysshe+Shelley">Percy Bysshe Shelley</a></strong></div>

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