 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1816 - 60 oldal
...— Though it smile upon the blow, Even its praises must offend thee, Founded on another's woe — Though my many faults defac'd me, Could no other arm...cureless wound ? Yet — oh , yet — thyself deceive not — Love may sink by slow decay, Still thine own its life retaineth — Still must mine— though bleeding... | |
 | 1816 - 886 oldal
...Though my many faults defaced me; Could no other arm be -fonnd , , Than the one which once embraced me To inflict a 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 away ; Still... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817 - 212 oldal
...blow, Even its praises must offend thee, Founded on another's woe — Though my many faults defaced 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... | |
 | 1820 - 438 oldal
...the blow, E'en its praises must offend thee, Founded on another's woe. Though my many faults defaced 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... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 oldal
...blow, Even its praises must offend thee, Founded on another's woe — Though my many faults defaced me; Could no other 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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 oldal
...blow, Even its praises must offend thee, Founded on another's woe — Though my many faults defaced me, Could no 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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1822 - 614 oldal
...blow, Even its praises must offend thee, Founded on another's woe— Though my many faults defaced 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... | |
 | William Collins, Thomas Gray, James Beattie, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 478 oldal
...blow, , Ev'n its praises must offend thee, Founded on another's woe — Though my many faults defaced me, Could no other arm be found Than the one which once embraced me, Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not ; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1825 - 40 oldal
...— Though it smile upon the blow, E'en its praises must ofi'end thee, Founded on another's woe. — Though my many faults defac'd me, Could no other arm...cureless wound? Yet— oh, , yet — thyself deceive not — Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not, Hearts can thus be torn away •.... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 546 oldal
...— Though my many faults defaced me, Could no other arm he 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 Hearts can thus be torn away : Still... | |
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Twas not well to spurn it so. Though the world for this commend thee — Though it smile upon the blow, Even its praises must offend thee, Founded on another's woe: Though my many faults defaced me, Could no other arm be found, Than the one which once... 
