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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431130" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Farewell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BENT o'er his sabre, torrents starting <br>From his dim eyes, the bold hussar <br>Thus greets his cherish'd maid, while parting <br> For distant fields of war: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Weep not, my fair one! O forbear thee! <br>No anguish can those tears remove; <br>For, by my troth and beard, I swear thee, <br> Time shall not change my love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'That love shall bloom— a deathless blossom, <br>My shield in fight— with sword in hand, <br>And thou, my Lila, in my bosom, <br> What shall that sword withstand? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Weep not, my fair one! O forbear thee! <br>Those tears can bid no grief depart; <br>And were I faithless, Maid! I swear thee, <br> Anguish would tear my heart! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Then my good steed would sure betray me, <br>And falter in the battle-fray, <br>In peril's hours refuse t' obey me— <br> My stirrup would give way. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The sword, my valour's proudest token, <br>When grasp'd, like rotten wood would break; <br>And I should seek thee, spirit-broken, <br> Death's paleness on my cheek.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the false horseman's steed obey'd him, <br>Gentle and eager still;— his sword, <br>Bright and unbroken, ne'er betray'd him, <br> Though he broke oath and word. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tale of love— the tears which shower'd <br>From Lila's eye— were all forgot; <br>The rose-wreath faded— pale— deflower'd:— <br> Such buds re-blossom not! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That maiden's breast of peace he rifles; <br>Then hies him to another's breast; <br>Man's oaths to woman are but— trifles; <br> And love itself— a jest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He serves— secures— and then he slights them; <br>His vows are change— and treachery; <br>For laughing Cupid's arrow writes them <br> Upon the shifting sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Konstantin+Nikolaevich+Batiushkov">Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov</a><div class=q>
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From his dim eyes, the bold hussar 
Thus greets his cherish'd maid, while parting 
 For distant fields of war: 

'Weep not, my fair one! O forbear thee! 
No anguish can those tears remove; 
For, by my troth ..."></div>
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