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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115570" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Honour's Martyr</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moon is full this winter night;<br> The stars are clear, though few;<br>And every window glistens bright<br> With leaves of frozen dew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sweet moon through your lattice gleams,<br> And lights your room like day;<br>And there you pass, in happy dreams,<br> The peaceful hours away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While I, with effort hardly quelling<br> The anguish in my breast,<br>Wander about the silent dwelling,<br> And cannot think of rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old clock in the gloomy hall<br> Ticks on, from hour to hour;<br>And every time its measured call<br> Seems lingering slow and slower:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, oh, how slow that keen-eyed star<br> Has tracked the chilly grey!<br>What, watching yet! how very far<br> The morning lies away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Without your chamber door I stand;<br> Love, are you slumbering still?<br>My cold heart, underneath my hand,<br> Has almost ceased to thrill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bleak, bleak the east wind sobs and sighs,<br> And drowns the turret bell,<br>Whose sad note, undistinguished, dies<br> Unheard, like my farewell!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To-morrow, Scorn will blight my name,<br> And Hate will trample me,<br>Will load me with a coward's shame—<br> A traitor's perjury.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">False friends will launch their covert sneers;<br> True friends will wish me dead;<br>And I shall cause the bitterest tears<br> That you have ever shed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dark deeds of my outlawed race<br> Will then like virtues shine;<br>And men will pardon their disgrace,<br> Beside the guilt of mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, who forgives the accursed crime<br> Of dastard treachery?<br>Rebellion, in its chosen time,<br> May Freedom's champion be;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Revenge may stain a righteous sword,<br> It may be just to slay;<br>But, traitor, traitor,—from that word<br> All true breasts shrink away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, I would give my heart to death,<br> To keep my honour fair;<br>Yet, I'll not give my inward faith<br> My honour's name to spare!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not even to keep your priceless love,<br> Dare I, Beloved, deceive;<br>This treason should the future prove,<br> Then, only then, believe!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know the path I ought to go<br> I follow fearlessly,<br>Inquiring not what deeper woe<br> Stern duty stores for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So foes pursue, and cold allies<br> Mistrust me, every one:<br>Let me be false in others' eyes,<br> If faithful in my own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Bront%C3%AB">Emily Brontë</a> from <i>Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell</i><div class=q>
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