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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396115" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Speak Not, I Trace Not, I Breathe Not Thy Name</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name;<br>There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame;<br>But the tear that now burns on my cheek may impart<br>The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart.<br>Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace,<br>Were those hours - can their joy or their bitterness cease?<br>We repent, we abjure, we will break from our chain, - <br>We will part, we will fly to - unite it again!<br>Oh! thine be the gladness, and mine be the guilt!<br>Forgive me, adored one! - forsake if thou wilt;<br>But the heart which is thine shall expire undebased,<br>And man shall not break it - whatever thou may'st.<br>And stern to the haughty, but humble to thee,<br>This soul in its bitterest blackness shall be;<br>And our days seem as swift, and our moments more sweet,<br>With thee at my side, than with worlds at our feet.<br>One sigh of thy sorrow, one look of thy love,<br>Shall turn me or fix, shall reward or reprove.<br>And the heartless may wonder at all I resign - <br>Thy lips shall reply, not to them, but to mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">May, 1814.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a><div class=q>
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There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame;
But the tear that now burns on my cheek may impart
The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart.
Too brief for our passion, too lon..."></div>
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