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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396227" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To A Lady</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O! had my Fate been join'd with thine,<br> As once this pledge appear'd a token,<br>These follies had not, then, been mine,<br> For, then, my peace had not been broken.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To thee, these early faults I owe,<br> To thee, the wise and old reproving:<br>They know my sins, but do not know<br> 'Twas thine to break the bonds of loving.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For once my soul, like thine, was pure,<br> And all its rising fires could smother;<br>But, now, thy vows no more endure,<br> Bestow'd by thee upon another.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perhaps, his peace I could destroy,<br> And spoil the blisses that await him;<br>Yet let my Rival smile in joy,<br> For thy dear sake, I cannot hate him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! since thy angel form is gone,<br> My heart no more can rest with any;<br>But what it sought in thee alone,<br> Attempts, alas! to find in many.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, fare thee well, deceitful Maid!<br> 'Twere vain and fruitless to regret thee;<br>Nor Hope, nor Memory yield their aid,<br> But Pride may teach me to forget thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet all this giddy waste of years,<br> This tiresome round of palling pleasures;<br>These varied loves, these matrons' fears,<br> These thoughtless strains to Passion's measures---</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If thou wert mine, had all been hush'd:---<br> This cheek, now pale from early riot,<br>With Passion's hectic ne'er had flush'd,<br> But bloom'd in calm domestic quiet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, once the rural Scene was sweet,<br> For Nature seem'd to smile before thee;<br>And once my Breast abhorr'd deceit,---<br> For then it beat but to adore thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, now, I seek for other joys---<br> To think, would drive my soul to madness;<br>In thoughtless throngs, and empty noise,<br> I conquer half my Bosom's sadness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, even in these, a thought will steal,<br> In spite of every vain endeavor;<br>And fiends might pity what I feel---<br> To know that thou art lost for ever.</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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 As once this pledge appear'd a token,
These follies had not, then, been mine,
 For, then, my peace had not been broken.

To thee, these early faults I owe,
 To thee, the wise and old reproving:
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