 Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away...  Poems - Strana 333autor/autoři: George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1859Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1816 - 60 str.
...inflict a cureless wound ? Yet — oh , yet — thyself deceive not — Love may sink by slow decay, Still thine own its life retaineth — Still must...above the dead : Both shall live — but every morrow Wake us from a widowed bed. — And when thou would'st solace gather — When our child's first accents... | |
 | 1816 - 886 str.
...cureless wound ? ,. . Yet — oh, yet — thyself deceive not—- Love may sink by slow decay, Bdt, by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn...bleeding, beat, And the undying thought which paineth Is __, thai we no more may meet. These are words a! deeper sorrow Tiiaii ;he wail above the dead. Bo til... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817 - 212 str.
...me ; Could no other arm be found Than the one which once embraced me, To inflict a cureless wound.) Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not ; Love may sink by...above the dead ; Both shall live, but every morrow Wake us from a widowed bed. And when thou wouldst solace gather, When our child's first accents flow,... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 str.
...arm be found Than the one which once embraced me, To inflict a cureless wound? Yet oh yet, thy self deceive not ; Love may sink by slow decay, But by...above the dead ; Both shall live, but every morrow Wake us from a widow'd bed. • And when thou wonldst solace gather, When our child's first accents... | |
 | 1820 - 438 str.
...me ; Could no other arm be found Than the one which once embraced me, To inflict a cureless wound? Yet — oh, yet — thyself deceive not- Love may...decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not, Hearts can thns be torn away. Still thine own its life retaineth — Still must mine — though bleeding — beat,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1820 - 306 str.
...me, Could no other arm be found Than the one which once embraced me, To inflict a cureless wound ? Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not ; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not t Hearts can thus be torn away : Still thine own its life retaineth — Still must mine, though bleeding,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 308 str.
...me, Could no other arm be found Than the one which once embraced me, To inflict a cureless wound ? Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not; Love may sink by...bleeding, beat; And the undying thought which paineth Is—that we no more may meet. These are words of deeper sorrow Than the wail above the dead; Both... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 str.
...other arm be found Than the one which once embraced me, To inflict a cureless wound ? Yet, oh yc*, thyself deceive not ; Love may sink by slow decay,...though bleeding, beat ; And the undying thought which pniuctlv Is — that we no more may meet. These are words of deeper sorrow Than the wail above the... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1822 - 614 str.
...me, Could no other arm be found Than the one which once embraced me, To inflict a cureless wound ? Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not ; Love may sink by...be torn away : Still thine own its life retaineth — And the undying thought which paineth Is — that we no more may meet. These are words of deeper... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1823 - 386 str.
...me, Could no other arm be found Than the one which once embraced me, To inflict a cureless wound ? Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not ; Love may sink by...above the dead ; Both shall live, but every morrow Wake us from a widow'd bed. VOL. iv. u And when thou wouldst solace gather, • When our child's first... | |
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