The works of Lord Byron A new, revised and enlarged edition, with illustrations. Edited by Ernest Hartley Coleridge and R. E. Prothero |
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The works of Lord Byron | ||
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TO A LADY.
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Oh! had my Fate been join'd with thine,As once this pledge appear'd a token,
These follies had not, then, been mine,
For, then, my peace had not been broken.
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To thee, these early faults I owe,To thee, the wise and old reproving:
They know my sins, but do not know
'Twas thine to break the bonds of loving.
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For once my soul, like thine, was pure,And all its rising fires could smother;
But, now, thy vows no more endure,
Bestow'd by thee upon another.
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Perhaps, his peace I could destroy,And spoil the blisses that await him;
Yet let my Rival smile in joy,
For thy dear sake, I cannot hate him.
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Ah! since thy angel form is gone,My heart no more can rest with any;
But what it sought in thee alone,
Attempts, alas! to find in many.
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Then, fare thee well, deceitful Maid!'Twere vain and fruitless to regret thee;
Nor Hope, nor Memory yield their aid,
But Pride may teach me to forget thee.
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Yet all this giddy waste of years,This tiresome round of palling pleasures;
These varied loves, these matrons' fears,
These thoughtless strains to Passion's measures—
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If thou wert mine, had all been hush'd:—This cheek, now pale from early riot,
With Passion's hectic ne'er had flush'd,
But bloom'd in calm domestic quiet.
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Yes, once the rural Scene was sweet,For Nature seem'd to smile before thee;
And once my Breast abhorr'd deceit,—
For then it beat but to adore thee.
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But, now, I seek for other joys—To think, would drive my soul to madness;
In thoughtless throngs, and empty noise,
I conquer half my Bosom's sadness.
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Yet, even in these, a thought will steal,In spite of every vain endeavour;
And fiends might pity what I feel—
To know that thou art lost for ever.
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