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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stanzas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Could Love for ever<br>Run like a river,<br>And Time's endeavour<br>Be tried in vain <br>No other pleasure<br>With this could measure;<br>And like a treasure <br>We'd hug the chain.<br>But since our sighing<br>Ends not in dying,<br>And, form 'd for flying,<br>Love plumes his wing;<br>Then for this reason<br>Let's love a season<br>But let that season be only Spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When lovers parted<br>Feel broken-hearted,<br>And, all hopes thwarted,<br>Expect to die;<br>A few years older, <br>Ah! how much colder<br>They might behold her<br>For whom they sigh!<br>When link 'd together,<br>In every weather,<br>They pluck Love's feather<br>From out his wing<br>He'll stay for ever,<br>But sadly shiver<br>Without his plumage, when past the Spring</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like chiefs of Faction,<br>His life is action--<br>A formal paction<br>That curbs his reign,<br>Obscures his glory,<br>Despot no more, he<br>Such territory<br>Quits with disdain.<br>Still, still advancing,<br>With banners glancing, <br>His power enhancing,<br>He must move on--<br>Repose but cloys him,<br>Retreat destroys him,<br>Love brooks not a degraded throne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wait not, fond lover!<br>Till years are over,<br>And then recover<br>As from a dream.<br>While each bewailing<br>The other's failing,<br>With wrath and railing,<br>All hideous seem-- <br>While first decreasing,<br>Yet not quite ceasing,<br>Wait not till teasing<br>All passion blight:<br>If once diminish'd,<br>Love's reign is finish'd--<br>Then part in friendship-and hid goodnight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So shall Affection<br>To recollection<br>The dear connexion<br>Bring back with joy:<br>You had not waited<br>Till, tired or hated,<br>Your passions sated<br>Began to cloy.<br>Your last embraces<br>Leave no cold traces--<br>The same fond faces<br>As through the past:<br>And eyes, the mirrors<br>Of your sweet errors,<br>Reflect but rapture--not least though last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">True, separations<br>Ask more than patience;<br>What desperations<br>From such have risen!<br>But yet remaining,<br>What is't but chaining<br>Hearts which, once waning,<br>Beat 'gainst their prison?<br>Time can but cloy love<br>And use destroy love: <br>The winged boy, Love,<br>Is but for boys--<br>You'll find it torture,<br>Though sharper, shorter<br>To wean, and not wear out your joys.</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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Run like a river,
And Time's endeavour
Be tried in vain 
No other pleasure
With this could measure;
And like a treasure 
We'd hug the chain.
But since our sighing
Ends not in dying,
And, form 'd for flying,
Love plumes his wi..."></div>
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