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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396244" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Florence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh Lady! when I left the shore,<br>The distant shore which gave me birth,<br>I hardly thought to grieve once more<br>To quit another spot on earth:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet here, amidst this barren isle, <br>Where panting Nature droops the head,<br>Where only thou art seen to smile,<br>I view my parting hour with dread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though far from Albin's craggy shore,<br>Divided by the dark?blue main; <br>A few, brief, rolling seasons o'er,<br>Perchance I view her cliffs again:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But wheresoe'er I now may roam,<br>Through scorching clime, and varied sea, <br>Though Time restore me to my home,<br>I ne'er shall bend mine eyes on thee:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On thee, in whom at once conspire<br>All charms which heedless hearts can move,<br>Whom but to see is to admire, <br>And, oh! forgive the word - to love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forgive the word, in one who ne'er<br>With such a word can more offend;<br>And since thy heart I cannot share,<br>Believe me, what I am, thy friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And who so cold as look on thee,<br>Thou lovely wand'rer, and be less?<br>Nor be, what man should ever be,<br>The friend of Beauty in distress?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! who would think that form had past<br>Through Danger's most destructive path<br>Had braved the death?wing'd tempest's blast,<br>And 'scaped a tyrant's fiercer wrath?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lady! when I shall view the walls<br>Where free Byzantium once arose,<br>And Stamboul's Oriental halls<br>The Turkish tyrants now enclose;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though mightiest in the lists of fame,<br>That glorious city still shall be;<br>On me 'twill hold a dearer claim,<br>As spot of thy nativity:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And though I bid thee now farewell,<br>When I behold that wondrous scene,<br>Since where thou art I may not dwell,<br>'Twill soothe to be where thou hast been.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">September 1809.</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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The distant shore which gave me birth,
I hardly thought to grieve once more
To quit another spot on earth:

Yet here, amidst this barren isle, 
Where panting Nature droops the head,
Where only thou art seen to smile..."></div>
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