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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stanzas To A Lady, On Leaving England</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis done---and shivering in the gale<br>The bark unfurls her snowy sail;<br>And whistling o'er the bending mast,<br>Loud sings on high the fresh'ning blast;<br>And I must from this land be gone,<br>Because I cannot love but one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But could I be what I have been,<br>And could I see what I have seen---<br>Could I repose upon the breast<br>Which once my warmest wishes blest---<br>I should not seek another zone,<br>Because I cannot love but one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis long since I beheld that eye<br>Which gave me bliss or misery;<br>And I have striven, but in vain,<br>Never to think of it again:<br>For though I fly from Albion,<br>I still can only love but one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As some lone bird, without a mate,<br>My weary heart is desolate;<br>I look around, and cannot trace<br>One friendly smile or welcome face,<br>And ev'n in crowds am still alone,<br>Because I cannot love but one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I will cross the whitening foam,<br>And I will seek a foreign home;<br>Till I forget a false fair face,<br>I ne'er shall find a resting-place;<br>My own dark thoughts I cannot shun,<br>But ever love, and love but one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poorest, veriest wretch on earth<br>Still finds some hospitable hearth,<br>Where Friendship's or Love's softer glow<br>May smile in joy or soothe in woe;<br>But friend or leman I have none,'<br>Because I cannot love but one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I go---but wheresoe'er I flee<br>There's not an eye will weep for me;<br>There's not a kind congenial heart,<br>Where I can claim the meanest part;<br>Nor thou, who hast my hopes undone,<br>Wilt sigh, although I love but one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To think of every early scene,<br>Of what we are, and what we've been,<br>Would whelm some softer hearts with woe---<br>But mine, alas! has stood the blow;<br>Yet still beats on as it begun,<br>And never truly loves but one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And who that dear lov'd one may be,<br>Is not for vulgar eyes to see;<br>And why that early love was cross'd,<br>Thou know'st the best, I feel the most;<br>But few that dwell beneath the sun<br>Have loved so long, and loved but one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've tried another's fetters too,<br>With charms perchance as fair to view;<br>And I would fain have loved as well,<br>But some unconquerable spell<br>Forbade my bleeding breast to own<br>A kindred care for aught but one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twould soothe to take one lingering view,<br>And bless thee in my last adieu;<br>Yet wish I not those eyes to weep<br>For him that wanders o'er the deep;<br>His home, his hope, his youth are gone,<br>Yet still he loves, and loves but one.</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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The bark unfurls her snowy sail;
And whistling o'er the bending mast,
Loud sings on high the fresh'ning blast;
And I must from this land be gone,
Because I cannot love but one.

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