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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345192" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines Inscribed on The Wall of a Dungeon in The Southern P of I</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though not a breath can enter here,<br>I know the wind blows fresh and free;<br>I know the sun is shining clear,<br>Though not a gleam can visit me. <br>They thought while I in darkness lay,<br>'Twere pity that I should not know<br>How all the earth is smiling gay;<br>How fresh the vernal breezes blow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They knew, such tidings to impart<br>Would pierce my weary spirit through,<br>And could they better read my heart,<br>They'd tell me, she was smiling too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They need not, for I know it well,<br>Methinks I see her even now;<br>No sigh disturbs her bosom's swell,<br>No shade o'ercasts her angel brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unmarred by grief her angel voice,<br>Whence sparkling wit, and wisdom flow:<br>And others in its sound rejoice,<br>And taste the joys I must not know,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drink rapture from her soft dark eye,<br>And sunshine from her heavenly smile;<br>On wings of bliss their moments fly,<br>And I am pining here the while!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! tell me, does she never give --<br>To my distress a single sigh?<br>She smiles on them, but does she grieve<br>One moment, when they are not by?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When she beholds the sunny skies,<br>And feels the wind of heaven blow;<br>Has she no tear for him that lies<br>In dungeon gloom, so far below?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While others gladly round her press<br>And at her side their hours beguile,<br>Has she no sigh for his distress<br>Who cannot see a single smile</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor hear one word nor read a line<br>That her beloved hand might write,<br>Who banished from her face must pine<br>Each day a long and lonely night?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alexander April 1826</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bront%C3%AB">Anne Brontë</a><div class=q>
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I know the wind blows fresh and free;
I know the sun is shining clear,
Though not a gleam can visit me. 
They thought while I in darkness lay,
'Twere pity that I should not know
How all the earth is smiling gay;..."></div>
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