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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539495" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Song from Shakespeare's Cymbeline Sung by Guiderus and Ar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539495" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To fair Fidele's grassy tomb<br> Soft maids and village hinds shall bring<br> Each op'ning sweet, of earliest bloom,<br> And rifle all the breathing spring.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539495" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> No wailing ghost shall dare appear,<br> To vex with shrieks this quiet grove:<br> But shepherd lads assemble here,<br> And melting virgins own their love.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539495" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> No wither'd witch shall here be seen,<br> No goblins lead their nightly crew:<br> The female fays shall haunt the green,<br> And dress thy grave with pearly dew!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539495" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> The redbreast oft at ev'ning hours<br> Shall kindly lend his little aid:<br> With hoary moss, and gather'd flow'rs,<br> To deck the ground where thou art laid.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539495" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> When howling winds, and beating rain,<br> In tempests shake the sylvan cell,<br> Or midst the chase on ev'ry plain,<br> The tender thought on thee shall dwell.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539495" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Each lonely scene shall thee restore,<br> For thee the tear be duly shed:<br> Belov'd, till life could charm no more;<br> And mourn'd, till Pity's self be dead.</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=William+Taylor+Collins">William Taylor Collins</a></strong></div>

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