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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=461380" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>No, I'm not Byron; I am, yet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, I'm not Byron; I am, yet,<br>Another choice for the sacred dole,<br>Like him - a persecuted soul,<br>But only of the Russian set.<br>I early start and end the whole,<br>And will not win the future days;<br>Like in an ocean, in my soul,<br>A cargo of lost hopes stays.<br>Who, oh, my ocean severe,<br>Could read all secrets in your scroll?<br>Who'll tell the people my idea?<br>I will or God or none at all!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another translation by Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I AM NOT BYRON</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am not Byron--yet I am<br>One fore-elected, yet one more<br>Unknown, world-hunted wanderer,<br>A Russian in my mood and mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scant from my seed the corn was ripe,<br>My mouth spoke young, was early hushed;<br>In depths of my own soul, the wreck<br>Of hope lies as in deep-sea sunk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who shall the counsels of the sea,<br>Its awe sublime unloose? Who shall<br>Read clear my spirit and my soul?<br>Unless it be a Poet--no man!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mikhail+Yuryevich+Lermontov">Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov</a><div class=q>
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Another choice for the sacred dole,
Like him - a persecuted soul,
But only of the Russian set.
I early start and end the whole,
And will not win the future days;
Like in an ocean, in my soul,
A cargo of lost hopes sta..."></div>
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