<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396226" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To-- : From The French</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Must thou go, my glorious Chief,<br>Sever'd from thy faithful few?<br>Who can tell thy warrior's grief,<br>Maddening o'er that long adieu?<br>Woman's love, and friendship's zeal,<br>Dear as both have been to me­<br>What are they to all I feel,<br>With a soldier's faith for thee?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Idol of the soldier's soul!<br>First in fight, but mightiest now;<br>Many could a world control;<br>Thee alone no doom can bow.<br>By thy side for years I dared<br>Death; and envied those who fell,<br>When their dying shout was heard,<br>Blessing him they served so well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would that I were cold with those,<br>Since this hour I live to see;<br>When the doubts of coward foes<br>Scarce dare trust a man with thee,<br>Dreading each should set thee free!<br>Oh! although in dungeons pent,<br>All their chains were light to me,<br>Gazing on thy soul unbent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would the sycophants of him<br>Now so deaf to duty's prayer,<br>Were his borrow'd glories dim,<br>In his native darkness share?<br>Were that world this hour his own,<br>All thou calmly dost resign,<br>Could he purchase with that throne<br>Hearts like those which still are thine?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My chief, my king, my friend, adieu!<br>Never did I droop before;<br>Never to my sovereign sue,<br>As his foes I now implore:<br>All I ask is to divide<br>Every peril he must brave;<br>Sharing by the hero's side<br>His fall, his exile, and his grave.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396226" data-title="To-- : From The French de Byron" data-description="Must thou go, my glorious Chief, Sever'd from thy faithful few? Who can tell thy warrior's grief, Maddening o'er that long adieu? Woman's love, and friendship's zeal, Dear as both have been to me­ What are they to all I feel, With a soldier's fai..."></div> </div> </div>

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