Tag: Lord Byron Poems
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The Origin Of Love?
The ‘ Origin Of Love?’ – Ah why That cruel question ask of me When thou may’st read in many an eye He starts to life on seeing thee? And should’st thou seek his end to know My Heart Forebodes, my fears foresee He’ll linger long in silent woe But live – until I cease…
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Remember Thee! Remember Thee!
Remember thee! Remember thee! Till Lethe quench life’s burning stream Remorse and shame shall cling to thee And haunt thee like a feverish dream! Remember thee! Ay, doubt it not. Thy husband too shall think of thee! By neither shalt thou be forgot, Thou false to him, thou fiend to me!
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Line To A Lady Weeping
WEEP, daughter of a royal line, A Sire’s disgrace, a realm’s decay Ah! happy if each tear of thine Could wash a father’s fault away! Weep – for thy tears are Virtue’s tears – Auspicious to these suffering isles And be each drop in future years Repaid thee by thy people’s smiles! Lord Byron
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To D –
In thee I fondly hoped to clasp A friend whom death alone could sever; Till envy, with malignant grasp, Detach’d thee from my breast for ever. True, she has forced thee from my breast, Yet in my heart thou keep’st thy seat; There, there thine image still must rest, Until that heart shall cease to…
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To E –
Let folly smile, to view the names Of thee and me in friendship twined; Yet Virtue will have greater claims To love, than rank with vice combined. And though unequal is thy fate, Since title deck’d my higher birth! Yet envy not this gaudy state; Thine is the pride of modest worth. Our souls at…
THE NECROMANCER 