<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396270" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Romaic Love Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! Love was never yet without<br>The pang, the agony, the doubt,<br>Which rends my heart with ceaseless sigh, <br>While day and night roll darkling by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Without one friend to hear my woe, <br>I faint, I die beneath the blow.<br>That Love had arrows well I knew;<br>Alas! I find them poison'd too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Birds, yet in freedom, shun the net<br>Which Love around your haunts hath set;<br>Or, circled by his fatal fire,<br>Your hearts shall burn, your hopes expire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A bird of free and careless wing<br>Was I through many a smiling spring;<br>But caught within the subtle snare,<br>I burn, and feebly flutter there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who ne'er have loved, and loved in vain,<br>Can neither feel nor pity pain,<br>The cold repulse, the look askance,<br>The lightning of Love's angry glance. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In flattering dreams I deem'd thee mine;<br>Now hope, and he who hoped, decline'<br>Like melting wax, or withering flower, <br>I feel my passion, and thy power.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My light of life! ah, tell me why<br>That pouting lip, and alter'd eye?<br>My bird of love! my beauteous mate!<br>And art thou changed, and canst thou hate?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mine eyes like wintry streams o'erflow:<br>What wretch with me would barter woe?<br>My bird! relent: one note could give<br>A charm to bid thy lover live. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My curdling blood, my madd'ning brain,<br>In silent anguish I sustain<br>And still thy heart, without partaking<br>One pang, exults - while mine is breaking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pour me the poison; fear not thou!<br>Thou canst not murder more than now:<br>I've lived to curse my natal day,<br>And Love, that thus can lingering slay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My wounded soul, my bleeding breast,<br>Can patience preach thee into rest?<br>Alas! too late, I dearly know<br>That joy is harbinger of woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song, translated by Byron - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><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=396270" data-title="A Romaic Love Song" data-description="Ah! Love was never yet without The pang, the agony, the doubt, Which rends my heart with ceaseless sigh, While day and night roll darkling by. Without one friend to hear my woe, I faint, I die beneath the blow. That Love had arrows well I knew;..."></div> </div> </div>

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