Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A LADY, by GEORGE GORDON BYRON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Oh! Had my fate been joined with thine Last Line: To know that thou art lost for ever. Alternate Author Name(s): Byron, Lord; Byron, 6th Baron Subject(s): Musters, Mary Chaworth | ||||||||
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. To thee these early faults I owe, To thee, the wise and old reproving: They know my sins, but do not know 'T was thine to break the bonds of loving 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. 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. 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. Then fare thee well, deceitful maid! 'T were vain and fruitless to regret thee; Nor Hope, nor Memory yield their aid, But Pride may teach me to forget thee. Yet all this giddy waste of years, This tiresome round of palling pleasures; These varied loves, these matron's fears, These thoughtless strains to passion's measures -- 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. 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. 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. 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS TO A LADY ON LEAVING ENGLAND by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE DUEL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO A LADY, ON BEING ASKED MY REASON FOR QUITTING ENGLAND by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A FRAGMENT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A SPIRIT PASSED BEFORE ME by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AN ODE TO THE FRAMERS OF THE FRAME BILL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON BEPPO: A VENETIAN STORY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SAT DOWN AND WEPT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON CHURCHILL'S GRAVE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |
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