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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396278" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Well! Thou Art Happy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well! thou art happy, and I feel <br>That I should thus be happy too; <br>For still my heart regards thy weal <br>Warmly, as it was wont to do. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy husband's blest — and 'twill impart <br>Some pangs to view his happier lot: <br>But let them pass — Oh! how my heart <br>Would hate him if he loved thee not! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When late I saw thy favourite child, <br>I thought my jealous heart would break; <br>But when the unconscious infant smiled, <br>I kiss'd it for its mother's sake. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I kiss'd it, — and repress'd my sighs <br>Its father in its face to see;<br>But then it had its mother's eyes,<br>And they were all to love and me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mary, adieu! I must away: <br>While thou art blest I'll not repine; <br>But near thee I can never stay; <br>y~ heart would soon again be thine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I deem'd that time, I deem'd that pride, <br>Had quench'd at length my boyish flame; <br>Nor knew, till seated by thy side <br>My heart in all, — save hope,— the same. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet was I calm: I knew the time <br>My breast would thrill before thy look; <br>But now to tremble were a crime <br>We met, — and not a nerve was shook. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw thee gaze upon my face, <br>Yet meet with no confusion there: <br>One only feeling could'st thou trace; <br>The sullen calmness of despair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away! away! my early dream <br>Remembrance never must awake: <br>Oh! where is Lethe's fabled stream? <br>My foolish heart, be still, or break. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">November 2, 1808</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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That I should thus be happy too; 
For still my heart regards thy weal 
Warmly, as it was wont to do. 

Thy husband's blest — and 'twill impart 
Some pangs to view his happier lot: 
But let them pass — Oh! how ..."></div>
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