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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339849" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Early Adieux</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Adieu to kindred hearts and home,<br>To pleasure, joy, and mirth,<br>A fitter foot than mine to roam<br>Could scarcely tread the earth ;<br>For they are now so few indeed<br>(Not more than three in all),<br>Who e'er will think of me or heed<br>What fate may me befall.<br> <br>For I through pleasure's paths have run<br>My headlong goal to win,<br>Nor pleasure's snares have cared to shun<br>When pleasure sweetened sin.<br>Let those who will their failings mask,<br>To mine I frankly own ;<br>But for them pardon will I ask<br>Of none—save Heaven alone.<br> <br>From carping friends I turn aside ;<br>At foes defiance frown ;<br>Yet time may tame my stubborn pride,<br>And break my spirit down.<br>Still, if to error I incline,<br>Truth whispers comfort strong,<br>That never reckless act of mine<br>E'er worked a comrade wrong.<br> <br>My mother is a stately dame,<br>Who oft would chide with me ;<br>She saith my riot bringeth shame,<br>And stains my pedigree.<br>I'd reck not what my friends might know,<br>Or what the world might say,<br>Did I but think some tears would flow<br>When I am far away.<br> <br>Perchance my mother will recall<br>My mem'ry with a sigh ;<br>My gentle sister's tears may fall,<br>And dim her laughing eye ;<br>Perhaps a loving thought may gleam,<br>And fringe its saddened ray,<br>When, like a nightmare's troubled dream,<br>I, outcast, pass away.<br> <br>Then once again farewell to those<br>Who e'er for me have sighed ;<br>For pleasures melt away like snows,<br>And hopes like shadows glide.<br>Adieu, my mother ! if no more<br>Thy son's face thou may'st see,<br>At least those many cares are o'er<br>So ofttimes caused by me.<br> <br>My lot is fixed ! The die is cast !<br>For me home hath no joy !<br>Oh, pardon then all follies past,<br>And bless your wayward boy !<br>And thou, from whom for aye to part<br>Grieves more than tongue can tell,<br>May Heaven preserve thy guileless heart !<br>Sweet sister, fare thee well !<br> <br>Thou, too, whose loving-kindness makes<br>My resolution less,<br>While from the bitter past it takes<br>One half its bitterness,<br>If e'er you held my mem'ry dear,<br>Grant this request, I pray—<br>Give to that mem'ry one bright tear,<br>And let it pass away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Adam+Lindsay+Gordon">Adam Lindsay Gordon</a><div class=q>
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To pleasure, joy, and mirth,
A fitter foot than mine to roam
Could scarcely tread the earth ;
For they are now so few indeed
(Not more than three in all),
Who e'er will think of me or heed
What fate may me befall...."></div>
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