Lately I'm reading the English classics, just know them so that resulting largely to my discovery. Today I focused my reading on "When we parted" by Lord Byron, you have it here;
When we parted in silence and tears,
with half-broken heart,
to depart for years,
your cheek turned pale and cold and your kiss
colder ... The hour
indeed predicted all this pain.
The morning dew slipped
cold on my brow and I was like an ad
of what I feel now. Your
oaths are broken and your fame is already very fragile when I hear your name
share in its shame.
When you named before me,
a knell
comes to my ear and a shiver shakes me.
Why I loved you so? Those
you
well known do not know that I met you:
For long, long time I will have to repent
you so deeply, I can not express
.
In secret we met, and silent
I regret that your heart can forget
and spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee after long years
how should I greet?
With silence and tears!
I liked, despite not fully share the sentiments of the author, but to some extent I felt in tune with what was stated. Silent separations, with or without tears in the middle, the distance and the cold ... I admit, but I do not share the shame and repentance, even if the disappointment and shivering (the longing) that the following two verses express. The last one almost completely agree, although I would not talk about cheating in any case. Read
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