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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530028" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Irish Peasant to his Mistress</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through grief and through danger thy smile hath cheer'd my way, <br>Till hope seem'd to bud from each thorn that round me lay; <br>The darker our fortune, the brighter our pure love burn'd, <br>Till shame into glory, till fear into zeal was turn'd; <br>Yes, slave as I was, in thy arms my spirit felt free, <br>And bless'd even the sorrows that made me more dear to thee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy rival was honour'd, while thou wert wrong'd and scorn'd, <br>Thy crown was of briers, while gold her brows adorn'd; <br>She woo'd me to temples, while thou lay'st hid in caves, <br>Her friends were all masters, while thine, alas! were slaves; <br>Yet cold in the earth, at thy feet, I would rather be, <br>Then wed what I loved not, or turn one thought from thee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They slander thee sorely, who say thy vows are frail -- <br>Hadst thou been a false one, thy cheek had look'd less pale. <br>They say, too, so long thou hast worn those lingering chains -- <br>That deep in thy heart they have printed their servile stains -- <br>Oh! foul is the slander -- no chain could that soul subdue -- <br>Where shineth thy spirit, there liberty shineth too!</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>
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Till hope seem'd to bud from each thorn that round me lay; 
The darker our fortune, the brighter our pure love burn'd, 
Till shame into glory, till fear into zeal was turn'd; 
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