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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396192" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stanzas To Augusta (II.)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Though the day of my destiny's over,<br>And the star of my fate hath declined,<br>Thy soft heart refused to discover<br>The faults which so many could find;<br>Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted,<br>It shrunk not to share it with me,<br>And the love which my spirit hath painted<br>It never hath found but in thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>Then when nature around me is smiling,<br>The last smile which answers to mine, <br>I do not believe it beguiling,<br>Because it reminds me of thine;<br>And when winds are at war with the ocean.<br>As the breasts I believed in with me,<br>If their billows excite an emotion,<br>It is that they bear me from thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>Though the rock of my last hope is shiver'd,<br>And its fragments are sunk in the wave,<br>Though I feel that my soul is deliver'd<br>To pain - it shall not be its slave.<br>There is many a pang to pursue me:<br>They may crush, but they shall not contemn;<br>They may torture, but shall not subdue me<br>'Tis of thee that I think - not of them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>Though human, thou didst not deceive me,<br>Though woman, thou didst not forsake,<br>Though loved, thou forborest to grieve me,<br>Though slander'd, thou never couldst shake;<br>Though trusted, thou didst not disclaim me,<br>Though parted, it was not to fly,<br>Though watchful, 'twas not to defame me,<br>Nor, mute, that the world might belie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.<br>Yet I blame not the world, nor despise it,<br>Nor the war of the many with one;<br>If my soul was not fitted to prize it,<br>'Twas folly not sooner to shun:<br>And if dearly that error hath cost me,<br>And more than I once could foresee,<br>I have found that, whatever it lost me,<br>It could not deprive me of thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI.<br>From the wreck of the past, which hath perish'd<br>Thus much I at least may recall<br>It hath taught me that what I most cherish'd<br>Deserved to be dearest of all:<br>In the desert a fountain is springing,<br>In the wide waste there still is a tree,<br>And a bird in the solitude singing,<br>Which speaks to my spirit of thee.</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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Though the day of my destiny's over,
And the star of my fate hath declined,
Thy soft heart refused to discover
The faults which so many could find;
Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted,
It shrunk not to share it with me,
And the love wh..."></div>
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