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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386479" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Honour's Martyr</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moon is full this winter night;<br>The stars are clear, though few;<br>And every window glistens bright,<br>With leaves of frozen dew. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sweet moon through your lattice gleams<br>And lights your room like day;<br>And there you pass, in happy dreams,<br>The peaceful hours away! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While I, with effort hardly quelling<br>The anguish in my breast,<br>Wander about the silent dwelling,<br>And cannot think of rest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old clock in the gloomy hall<br>Ticks on, from hour to hour;<br>And every time its measured call<br>Seems lingering slow and slower: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And oh, how slow that keen-eyed star<br>Has tracked the chilly grey!<br>What, watching yet! how very far<br>The morning lies away! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Without your chamber door I stand;<br>Love, are you slumbering still?<br>My cold heart, underneath my hand,<br>Has almost ceased to thrill. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bleak, bleak the east wind sobs and sighs,<br>And drowns the turret bell,<br>Whose sad note, undistinguished, dies<br>Unheard, like my farewell! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To-morrow, Scorn will blight my name,<br>And Hate will trample me,<br>Will load me with a coward's shame?<br>A traitor's perjury. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">False friends will launch their covert sneers;<br>True friends will wish me dead;<br>And I shall cause the bitterest tears<br>That you have ever shed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dark deeds of my outlawed race<br>Will then like virtues shine;<br>And men will pardon their disgrace,<br>Beside the guilt of mine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, who forgives the accursed crime<br>Of dastard treachery?<br>Rebellion, in its chosen time,<br>May Freedom's champion be; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Revenge may stain a righteous sword,<br>It may be just to slay;<br>But, traitor, traitor, from that word<br>All true breasts shrink away! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, I would give my heart to death,<br>To keep my honour fair;<br>Yet, I'll not give my inward faith<br>My honour's name to spare! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not even to keep your priceless love,<br>Dare I, Beloved, deceive;<br>This treason should the future prove,<br>Then, only then, believe! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know the path I ought to go;<br>I follow fearlessly,<br>Inquiring not what deeper woe<br>Stern duty stores for me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So foes pursue, and cold allies<br>Mistrust me, every one:<br>Let me be false in others' eyes,<br>If faithful in my own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Jane+Bront%C3%AB">Emily Jane Brontë</a><div class=q>
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The stars are clear, though few;
And every window glistens bright,
With leaves of frozen dew. 

The sweet moon through your lattice gleams
And lights your room like day;
And there you pass, in happy dreams,
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