<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>As Slow Our Ship</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As slow our ship her foamy track <br>Against the wind was cleaving, <br>Her trembling pennant still look'd back <br>To that dear isle 'twas leaving. <br>So loath we part from all we love, <br>From all the links that bind us; <br>So turn our hearts as on we rove, <br>To those we've left behind us. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When, round the bowl, of vanish'd years <br>We talk, with joyous seeming, -- <br>With smiles that might as well be tears, <br>So faint, so sad their beaming; <br>While memory brings us back again <br>Each early tie that twined us, <br>Oh, sweet's the cup that circles then <br>To those we've left behind us. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when, in other climes, we meet <br>Some isle, or vale enhanting, <br>Where all looks flowery, wild, and sweet, <br>And nought but love is wanting; <br>We think how great had been our bliss, <br>If Heaven had but assign'd us <br>To live and die in scenes like this, <br>With some we've left behind us! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As travellers oft look back at eve, <br>When eastward darkly going, <br>To gaze upon that light they leave <br>Still faint behind them glowing -- <br>So, when the close of pleasure's day <br>To gloom hath near consign'd us, <br>We turn to catch one fading ray <br>Of joy that's left beind us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Moore">Thomas Moore</a><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=529931" data-title="As Slow Our Ship de Thomas Moore" data-description="As slow our ship her foamy track Against the wind was cleaving, Her trembling pennant still look'd back To that dear isle 'twas leaving. So loath we part from all we love, From all the links that bind us; So turn our hearts as on we rove, T..."></div> </div> </div>

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