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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396130" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines On Hearing That Lady Byron Was Ill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thou wert sad - yet I was not with thee;<br>And thou wert sick, and yet I was not near;<br>Methought that joy and health alone could be<br>Where I was not - and pain and sorrow here!<br>And is it thus?-it is as I foretold, <br>And shall be more so; for the mind recoils<br>Upon itself, and the wreck'd heart lies cold,<br>While heaviness collects the shatter'd spoils.<br>It is not in the storm nor in the strife<br>We feel benumb'd, and wish to be no more,<br>But in the after - silence on the shore.<br>When all is lost, except a little life.<br>I am too well avenged! - but 'twas my right ;<br>Whate'er my sins might be, thou wert not sent<br>To be the Nemesis who should requite -<br>Nor did Heaven choose so near an instrument.<br>Mercy is for the merciful! - thou<br>Hast been of such, 'twill be accorded now.<br>Thy nights are banish'd from the realms of sleep! -<br>Yes! they may flatter thee, but thou shalt feel<br>A hollow agony which will not heal,<br>For thou art pillow'd on a curse too deep; <br>Thou hast sown in my sorrow, and must reap<br>The bitter harvest in a woe as real!<br>I have had many foes, but none like thee;<br>For 'gainst the rest myself I could defend, And be avenged, or turn them into friend;<br>But thou in safe implacability<br>Hadst nought to dread - in thy own weakness shielded,<br>And in my love, which hath but too much yielded,<br>And spared, for thy sake, some I should not spare;<br>And thus upon the world - trust in thy truth,<br>And the wild fame of my ungovern'd youth -<br>On things that were not, and on things that are - <br>Even upon such a basis hast thou built<br>A monument, whose cement hath been guilt!<br>The moral Clytemnestra of thy lord,<br>And hew'd down, with an unsuspected sword,<br>Fame, peace, and hope - and all the better life,<br>Which, but for this cold treason of thy heart, <br>Might still have risen from out the grave of strife,<br>And found a nobler duty than to part.<br>But of thy virtues didst thou make a vice,<br>Trafficking with them in a purpose cold,<br>For present anger, and for future gold - <br>And buying others' grief at any price.<br>And thus once enter 'd into crooked ways,<br>The earthly truth, which was thy proper praise,<br>Did not still walk beside thee - but at times,<br>And with a breast unknowing its own crimes,<br>Deceit, averments incompatible,<br>Equivocations, and the thoughts which dwell<br>In Janus-spirits - the significant eye<br>Which learns to lie with silence - the pretext<br>Of prudence, with advantages annex'd -<br>The acquiescence in all things which tend,<br>No matter how, to the desired end<br>All found a place in thy philosophy.<br>The means were worthy, and the end is won<br>I would not do by thee as thou hast done!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">September 1816.</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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And thou wert sick, and yet I was not near;
Methought that joy and health alone could be
Where I was not - and pain and sorrow here!
And is it thus?-it is as I foretold, 
And shall be more so; for the m..."></div>
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