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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396229" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To A Lady, Who Presented The Author With The Velvet Band Which Bound Her Tresses</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This Band, which bound thy yellow hair,<br>Is mine, sweet girl! Thy pledge of love;<br>It claims my warmest, dearest care,<br>Like relics left of saints above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! I will wear it next my heart;<br>'Twill blind my soul in bonds to thee;<br>From me again 't will ne'er depart,<br>But mingle in the grave with me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dew I gather from thy lip<br>Is not so dear to me as this;<br>That I but for a moment sip,<br>And banquet on a transient bliss:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This will recall each youthful scene,<br>E'en when our lives are on the wane;<br>The leaves of Love will still be green<br>When Memory bids them bud again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! little lock of golden hue,<br>In gently waving ringlet curl'd<br>By the dear head on which you grow,<br>I would not lose you for a world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not though a thousand more adorn<br>The polish'd brow where once you shone,<br>Like rays which gild a cloudless morn,<br>Beneath Columbia's fervid zone.</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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Is mine, sweet girl! Thy pledge of love;
It claims my warmest, dearest care,
Like relics left of saints above.

Oh! I will wear it next my heart;
'Twill blind my soul in bonds to thee;
From me again 't will ..."></div>
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