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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529955" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fairest! Put on a While</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529955" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fairest! put on a while <br>These pinions of light I bring thee, <br>And o'er thy own green isle <br>In fancy let me wing thee. <br>Never did Ariel's plume, <br>At golden sunset, hover <br>O'er scenes so full of bloom <br>As I shall waft thee over. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529955" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fields, where the Spring delays <br>And fearlessly meets the ardour <br>Of the warm Summer's gaze, <br>With only her tears to guard her; <br>Rocks, through myrtle boughs <br>In grace majestic frowning, <br>Like some bold warrior's brows <br>That Love hath just been crowning. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529955" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Islets, so freshly fair, <br>That never hath bird come nigh them, <br>But, from his course through air, <br>He hath been won down by them; --<br>Types, sweet maid, of thee, <br>Whose look, whose blush inviting, <br>Never did Love yet see <br>From heaven, without alighting. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529955" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Lakes, where the pearl lies hid,<br>And caves, where the gem is sleeping, <br>Bright as the tears thy lid <br>Lets fall in lonely weepin. <br>Glens, where Ocean comes, <br>To 'scape the wild wind's rancour; <br>And harbours, worthiest homes <br>Where Freedom's fleet can anchor. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529955" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then, if, while scenes so grand, <br>So beautiful, shine before thee, <br>Pride for thy own dear land <br>Should haply be stealing o'er thee, <br>Oh, let grief come first, <br>O'er pride itself victorious -- <br>Thinking how man hath curst <br>What Heaven hath made so glorious.</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=Thomas+Moore">Thomas Moore</a></strong></div>

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