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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530064" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When First I Met Thee</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When first I met thee, warm and young, <br>There shone such truth about thee, <br>And on thy lip such promise hung, <br>I did not dare to doubt thee. <br>I saw thee change, yet still relied, <br>Still clung with hope the fonder, <br>And thought, though false to all beside, <br>From me thou couldst not wander. <br>But go, deceiver! go, <br>The heart, whose hopes could make it <br>Trust one so false, so low, <br>Deserves that thou shouldst break it. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When every tongue thy follies named, <br>I fled the unwelcome story, <br>Or found, in even the faults they blamed, <br>Some gleams of future glory. <br>I still was true, when nearer friends <br>Conspired to wrong, to slight thee; <br>The heart that now thy falsehood rends <br>Would then have bled to right thee. <br>But go, deceiver! go -- <br>Some day, perhaps, thou'lt waken <br>From pleasure's dream, to know <br>The grief of hearts forsaken. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even now, though youth its bloom has shed, <br>No lights of age adorn thee; <br>The few who loved thee once have fled, <br>And they who flatter scorn thee. <br>Thy midnight cup is pledged to slaves, <br>No genial ties enwreath it; <br>The smiling there, like light on graves, <br>Has rank cold hearts beneath it. <br>Go -- go -- though worlds were thine, <br>I would not now surrender <br>One taintless tear of mine <br>For all thy guilty splendour! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And days may come, thou false one! yet, <br>When even those ties shall sever! <br>When thou wilt call, with vain regret, <br>On her thou'st lost for ever; <br>On her who, in thy fortune's fall, <br>With smiles had still received thee, <br>And gladly died to prove thee all <br>Her fancy first believed thee. <br>Go -- go -- 'tis vain to curse, <br>'Tis weakness to upbraid thee; <br>Hate cannot wish thee worse <br>Than guilt and shame have made thee.</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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There shone such truth about thee, 
And on thy lip such promise hung, 
I did not dare to doubt thee. 
I saw thee change, yet still relied, 
Still clung with hope the fonder, 
And thought, though false to all..."></div>
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