<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342036" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Non Dolet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It does not hurt. She looked along the knife<br> Smiling, and watched the thick drops mix and run<br> Down the sheer blade; not that which had been done<br>Could hurt the sweet sense of the Roman wife,<br>But that which was to do yet ere the strife<br> Could end for each for ever, and the sun:<br> Nor was the palm yet nor was peace yet won<br>While pain had power upon her husband's life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It does not hurt, Italia. Thou art more<br> Than bride to bridegroom; how shalt thou not take<br> The gift love's blood has reddened for thy sake?<br>Was not thy lifeblood given for us before?<br> And if love's heartblood can avail thy need,<br> And thou not die, how should it hurt indeed?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Algernon+Charles+Swinburne">Algernon Charles Swinburne</a><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=342036" data-title="Non Dolet de Algernon Charles Swinburne" data-description="It does not hurt. She looked along the knife Smiling, and watched the thick drops mix and run Down the sheer blade; not that which had been done Could hurt the sweet sense of the Roman wife, But that which was to do yet ere the strife Could end..."></div> </div> </div>

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