<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115519" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Passion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some have won a wild delight,<br>By daring wilder sorrow;<br>Could I gain thy love to-night,<br>I'd hazard death to-morrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Could the battle-struggle earn<br>One kind glance from thine eye,<br>How this withering heart would burn,<br>The heady fight to try!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Welcome nights of broken sleep,<br>And days of carnage cold,<br>Could I deem that thou wouldst weep<br>To hear my perils told.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tell me, if with wandering bands<br>I roam full far away,<br>Wilt thou to those distant lands<br>In spirit ever stray?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wild, long, a trumpet sounds afar;<br>Bid me--bid me go<br>Where Seik and Briton meet in war,<br>On Indian Sutlej's flow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blood has dyed the Sutlej's waves<br>With scarlet stain, I know;<br>Indus' borders yawn with graves,<br>Yet, command me go!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though rank and high the holocaust<br>Of nations steams to heaven,<br>Glad I'd join the death-doomed host,<br>Were but the mandate given.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Passion's strength should nerve my arm,<br>Its ardour stir my life,<br>Till human force to that dread charm<br>Should yield and sink in wild alarm,<br>Like trees to tempest-strife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If, hot from war, I seek thy love,<br>Darest thou turn aside?<br>Darest thou then my fire reprove,<br>By scorn, and maddening pride?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No--my will shall yet control<br>Thy will, so high and free,<br>And love shall tame that haughty soul--<br>Yes--tenderest love for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll read my triumph in thine eyes,<br>Behold, and prove the change;<br>Then leave, perchance, my noble prize,<br>Once more in arms to range.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd die when all the foam is up,<br>The bright wine sparkling high;<br>Nor wait till in the exhausted cup<br>Life's dull dregs only lie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Love thus crowned with sweet reward,<br>Hope blest with fulness large,<br>I'd mount the saddle, draw the sword,<br>And perish in the charge!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charlotte+Bront%C3%AB">Charlotte Brontë</a> from <i>Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115519" data-title="Passion de Charlotte Brontë" data-description="Some have won a wild delight,/By daring wilder sorrow;/Could I gain thy love to-night,/I'd hazard death to-morrow./Could the battle-struggle earn/One kind glance from thine eye,/How this withering heart would burn,/The heady fight to try!/Welcome ..."></div> </div> </div>

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