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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396191" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stanzas To Augusta</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When all around grew drear and dark,<br>And reason half withheld her ray— <br>And hope but shed a dying spark<br>Which more misled my lonely way;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In that deep midnight of the mind,<br>And that internal strife of heart,<br>When dreading to be deemed too kind,<br>The weak despair—the cold depart;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When fortune changed—and love fled far,<br>And hatred's shafts flew thick and fast,<br>Thou wert the solitary star<br>Which rose, and set not to the last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, blest be thine unbroken light!<br>That watched me as a seraph's eye,<br>And stood between me and the night,<br>For ever shining sweetly nigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the cloud upon us came,<br>Which strove to blacken o'er thy ray— <br>Then purer spread its gentle flame,<br>And dashed the darkness all away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still may thy spirit dwell on mine,<br>And teach it what to brave or brook— <br>There's more in one soft word of thine<br>Than in the world's defied rebuke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou stood'st as stands a lovely tree<br>That, still unbroke though gently bent,<br>Still waves with fond fidelity<br>Its boughs above a monument.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The winds might rend, the skies might pour,<br>But there thou wert—and still wouldst be<br>Devoted in the stormiest hour<br>To shed thy weeping leaves o'er me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But thou and thine shall know no blight,<br>Whatever fate on me may fall;<br>For heaven in sunshine will requite<br>The kind—and thee the most of all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then let the ties of baffled love<br>Be broken—thine will never break;<br>Thy heart can feel—but will not move;<br>Thy soul, though soft, will never shake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And these, when all was lost beside,<br>Were found, and still are fixed in thee;—<br>And bearing still a breast so tried,<br>Earth is no desert—e'en to me.</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 reason half withheld her ray— 
And hope but shed a dying spark
Which more misled my lonely way;

In that deep midnight of the mind,
And that internal strife of heart,
When dreading to be deemed too kind,
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