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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341164" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Black Shawl</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As of senses bereft, at a black shawl I stare, <br>And my chill heart is tortured with deadly despair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When dreaming too fondly in credulous youth, <br>I loved a Greek maiden with passion and truth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Greek girl was gentle and loving and fair; <br>But my joy quickly sank in a day of despair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once I feasted gay friends; ere the banquet was o'er <br>A Jew, the accursed, softly knocked at my door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thou art laughing,' he whispered,'in pleasure's mad whirl; <br>But she hath betrayed thee, thy young Grecian girl.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cursed him; but gold as a guerdon I gave, <br>And took as companion my trustiest slave. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My swift charger I mounted; at once we depart, <br>And the soft voice of pity was stilled in my heart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Greek maiden's dwelling I hardly could mark, <br>For my limbs they grew faint, and my eyes they grew dark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I silently entered—alone and amazed;<br>An Armenian was kissing the girl as I gazed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw not the light; but I seized my good blade; <br>The betrayer ne'er finished the kiss that betrayed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On his warm, headless body I trampled, then spurn'd, <br>And silent and pale to the maiden I turned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember her prayers—in her blood how she strove; <br>Then perished my Greek girl—then perished my love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tore the black shawl from her head as she lay, <br>Wiped the blood-dripping weapon, and hurried away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the mists of the evening rose gloomy, my slave<br>Threw each corpse in the Danube's dark fastrolling wave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since then no bewildering eyes can delight; <br>Since then I forbear festive banquets at night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As of senses bereft, at a black shawl I stare, <br>And my chill heart is tortured with deadly despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alexander+Sergeyevich+Pushkin">Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin</a><div class=q>
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And my chill heart is tortured with deadly despair. 

When dreaming too fondly in credulous youth, 
I loved a Greek maiden with passion and truth. 

My Greek girl was gentle and loving and fair; 
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