<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396238" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Caroline: Oh When Shall The Grave Hide</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh when shall the grave hide for ever my sorrow?<br>Oh when shall my soul wing her flight from this clay?<br>The present is hell, and the coming to-morrow<br>But brings, with new torture, the curse of to-day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From my eye flows no tear, from my lips flow no curses<br>I blast not the fiends who have hurl'd me from bliss;<br>For poor is the soul which bewailing rehearses<br>Its querulous grief, when in anguish like this.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was my eye, 'stead of tears, with red fury flakes bright'ning,<br>Would my lips breathe a flame which no stream could assuage<br>On our foes should my glance launch in vengeance its lightning,<br>With transport my tongue give loose to its rage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now tears and curses, alike unavailing,<br>Would add to the souls of our tyrants delight;<br>Could they view us our sad separation bewailing<br>Their merciless hearts would rejoice at the sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet still, though we bend with a feign'd resignation,<br>Life beams not for us with one ray that can cheer;<br>Love and hope upon earth bring no more consolation,<br>In the grave is our hope, for in life is our fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! when, my adored, in the tomb will they place me,<br>Since, in life, love and friendship for ever are fled?<br>If again in the mansion of death I embrace thee,<br>Perhaps they will leave unmolested the dead.</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=396238" data-title="To Caroline: Oh When Shall The Grave Hide de Byron" data-description="Oh when shall the grave hide for ever my sorrow? Oh when shall my soul wing her flight from this clay? The present is hell, and the coming to-morrow But brings, with new torture, the curse of to-day. From my eye flows no tear, from my lips flow n..."></div> </div> </div>

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