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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396246" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Lesbia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lesbia! since far from you I've ranged,<br>Our souls with fond affection glow not;<br>You say 'tis I, not you, have changed,<br>I'd tell you why,--but yet I know not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your polish'd brow no cares have crost;<br>And, Lesbia! we are not much older,<br>Since, trembling, first my heart I lost,<br>Or told my love, with hope grown bolder</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sixteen was then our utmost age,<br>Two years have lingering past away, love!<br>And now new thoughts our minds engage,<br>At least I feel disposed to stray, love!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis I that am alone to blame,<br>I, that am guilty of love's treason;<br>Since your sweet breast is still the same,<br>Caprice must be my only reason.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not, love! suspect your truth,<br>With jealous doubt my bosom heaves not;<br>Warm was the passion of my youth,<br>One trace of dark deceit it leaves not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, no, my flame was not pretended,<br>For, Oh! I loved you most sincerely;<br>And--though our dream at last is ended--<br>My bosom still esteems you dearly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more we meet in yonder bowers;<br>Absence has made me prone to roving;<br>But older, firmer hearts than ours<br>Have found monotony in loving.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your cheek's soft bloom is unimpeair'd,<br>New beauties still are daily bright'ning,<br>Your eye for conquest beams prepared,<br>The forge of love's resistless lightning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Arm'd thus, to make their bosoms bleed,<br>Many will throng to sigh like me, love!<br>More constant they may prove, indeed;<br>Fonder, alas! they ne'er can be, love!</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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Our souls with fond affection glow not;
You say 'tis I, not you, have changed,
I'd tell you why,--but yet I know not.

Your polish'd brow no cares have crost;
And, Lesbia! we are not much older,
Since, tremb..."></div>
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