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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509956" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Harry (Engaged To Be Married) To Charley (Who Is Not)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509956" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To all my fond rhapsodies, Charley,<br>You have wearily listened, I fear;<br>As yet not an answer you’ve given<br>Save a shrug, or an ill-concealed sneer;<br>Pray, why, when I talk of my marriage,<br>Do you watch me with sorrowing eye?<br>’Tis you, hapless bachelor, Charley,<br>That are to be pitied—not I! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509956" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You mockingly ask me to tell you,<br>Since to bondage I soon must be sold,<br>Have I wisely chosen my fetters,<br>Which, at least, should be forged of pure gold.<br>Hem! the sole wealth my love possesses<br>Are her tresses of bright golden hair,<br>Pearly teeth, lips of rosiest coral,<br>Eyes I know not with what to compare. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509956" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Don’t talk about all I surrender—<br>My club, champagne dinners, cigars,<br>My hand at écarté, my harmless<br>Flirtations with Opera “stars.”<br>Think of the pleasant home, Charley—<br>Home! I utter the word with just pride—<br>Its music, soft lights, countless comforts,<br>Over which she will smiling preside. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509956" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And picture in fancy the welcome<br>That will greet my arrival each night!<br>How she’ll help me to take off my wrappings<br>With her dear little fingers so white;<br>The sweet silvery voice that will utter<br>The airiest nothings with grace,<br>The smiles that will dimple all over<br>That loving and lovely young face. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509956" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">If sickness should ever o’ertake me,<br>O! just think how cherished I’ll be—<br>What loving cares, gentle caresses,<br>Shall be showered on fortunate me;<br>While you in some lone, gloomy attic,<br>To dull death posting off at quick pace,<br>Will encounter no tokens of pity<br>Save the smirk on some pert waiter’s face. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509956" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And who, perhaps, twelve hours after,<br>Bringing up your weak tea and dry toast,<br>Will look in, find you “gone,” and drawl forth,<br>“Number ten has just given up the ghost.”<br>Then, Charley, to good counsel listen,<br>Brave not an old bachelor’s fate,<br>But, doing as I’ve done, go marry<br>A loving and loveable mate.</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=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a></strong></div>

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