<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I speak not — I trace not — I breathe not</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I speak not—I trace not—I breathe not thy name,<br>There is grief in the sound, there were guilt in the fame;<br>But the tear which now burns on my cheek may impart<br>The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace,<br>Were those hours, can their joy or their bitterness cease?<br>We repent—we abjure—we will break from our chain,<br>We will part—we will fly—to unite it again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! thine be the gladness, and mine be the guilt!<br>Forgive me adored one—forsake if thou wilt;<br>But the heart which I bear shall expire undebased,<br>And man shall not break it—whatever thou may'st.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And stern to the haughty, but humble to thee,<br>My soul, in its bitterest blackness shall be;<br>And our days seem as swift—and our moments more sweet<br>With thee by my side—than the world at our feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One sigh of thy sorrow—one look of thy love<br>Shall turn me or fix, shall reward or reprove;<br>And the heartless may wonder at all we resign,<br>Thy lip shall reply not to them—but to mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a> from <i>The Hebrew Melodies</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=116983" data-title="I speak not — I trace not — I breathe not de Byron" data-description="I speak not—I trace not—I breathe not thy name,/There is grief in the sound, there were guilt in the fame;/But the tear which now burns on my cheek may impart/The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart./Too brief for our passion, to..."></div> </div> </div>

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