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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=449971" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>His Indian Love to Diogo Alvarez</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ON HIS DEPARTURE FROM BAHIA </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When thou stoodst amidst thy countrymen<br> Our captive and our foe,<br>What voice of pity was it then<br> That check'd the fatal blow?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the name of the mighty 'Man of Fire'<br> Re-echoed to the sky,<br>And our chiefs forgot their deadly ire—<br> Who hail'd thy victory?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What voice like the softest, sweetest note<br>That rings from the slender white bird's throat,<br> Has soothed thee so oft to rest?<br>And thou hast said, so tenderly,<br>That to sit among willow isles with me<br> Was to be ever blest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! have we not wander'd in silent night<br> When the thick dews fell from the weeping bough;<br>And then these eyes, like the stars, were bright—<br> But are wet like those mournful branches now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Like the leafless plant that twines around<br> The forest tree so fair and high,<br> And when in that withering clasp 'tis bound,<br> Leaves the blighted trunk to die,—<br> Thy vows round my trusting heart have bound,<br> And now thou leav'st me to misery!<br>   <br>   </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thou wilt not return—thy words are vain!<br> Thou wilt cross the deep blue sea;<br> And some dark-eyed maid of thy native Spain<br> Will hold thee far from me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The summer will come, and our willow shore<br> Will hear the merman sing;<br> But thou wilt list to his song no more<br> When the rocks with his music ring:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He will murmur thy falsehood to every cave—<br> Or will tell of thy death on the stormy wave.<br> Ah! no; ah! no; 'tis of mine he'll tell—<br> I will weep no more—farewell!—farewell!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Look from thy bark, how I follow afar;<br> How I scorn the winds' and the billows' war;—<br> I sink! the waves ring loudly my knell;<br> My sorrows are passing—farewell!—farewell!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Louisa+Stuart+Costello">Louisa Stuart Costello</a><div class=q>
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When thou stoodst amidst thy countrymen
 Our captive and our foe,
What voice of pity was it then
 That check'd the fatal blow?

When the name of the mighty 'Man of Fire'
 Re-echoed to the sky,
And our chiefs forgot th..."></div>
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