And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low?

1.

And wilt thou weep when I am low?
Sweet lady! speak those words again:
Yet if they grieve thee, say not so -
I would not give that bosom pain.


2.

My heart is sad, my hopes are gone,
My blood runs coldly through my breast;
And when I perish, thou alone
Wilt sigh above my place of rest.


3.

And yet, methinks, a gleam of peace
Doth through my cloud of anguish shine:
And for a while my sorrows cease,
To know thy heart hath felt for mine.


4.

Oh lady! blessèd be that tear -
It falls for one who cannot weep;
Such precious drops are doubly dear
To those whose eyes no tear may steep.


5.

Sweet lady! once my heart was warm
With every feeling soft as thine;
But Beauty's self hath ceased to charm
A wretch created to repine.


6.

Yet wilt thou weep when I am low?
Sweet lady! speak those words again:
Yet if they grieve thee, say not so -
I would not give that bosom pain. ^[1]

George Gordon Byron

George Gordon Byron, commonly known as Lord Byron, was a British poet and leading figure in the Romantic movement. He is regarded as one of the greatest British poets and remains widely read and influential. Among his best-known works are the lengthy narrative poems Don Juan and Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, and the short lyric She Walks in Beauty. Byron's personal life was marked by scandal and he was famously described by Lady Caroline Lamb as "mad, bad, and dangerous to know."

George Gordon Byron

Translation From Vittorelli. - On A Nun.

George Gordon Byron, Simple Poetry

Lines. Addressed To The Rev. J. T. Becher, [1] On His Advising The Author To Mix More With Society.

George Gordon Byron, Simple Poetry

To Caroline. [1]

George Gordon Byron, Simple Poetry

Lachin Y Gair. [1]

George Gordon Byron, Simple Poetry

English

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1.

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2.

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3.

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1.

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Our sympathies move;
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2.

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1.

Well! thou art happy, and I feel
That I should thus be happy too;
For still my heart regards thy weal
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2.

Thy husband's blest - and 'twill impart
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3.

When late I saw thy favourite child,
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But when the unconscious infant smil'd,
I kiss'd it for its mother's sake.

4.

I kiss'd it, - and repress'd my sighs
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And they were all to love and me.

5.

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To ----
1.

When I hear you express an affection so warm,
Ne'er think, my belov'd, that I do not believe,
For your lip, would the soul of suspicion disarm,
And your eye beams a ray, which can never deceive.

2.

Yet still, this fond bosom regrets whilst adoring,
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3.

That the time must arrive, when no longer retaining
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4.

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To A Vain Lady. [1]
1

Ah, heedless girl! why thus disclose
What ne'er was meant for other ears;
Why thus destroy thine own repose,
And dig the source of future tears?

2

Oh, thou wilt weep, imprudent maid,
While lurking envious foes will smile,
For all the follies thou hast said
Of those who spoke but to beguile.

3

Vain girl! thy lingering woes are nigh,
If thou believ'st what striplings say:
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Nor fall the specious spoiler's prey.

4

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To A Lady.
1.

Oh! had my Fate been join'd with thine, ^[1]
As once this pledge appear'd a token,
These follies had not, then, been mine,
For, then, my peace had not been broken.

2.

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.

3.

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. ^[1]

4.

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.

5.

Ah! since thy angel form ...
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