 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1816 - 60 Seiten
...— 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...which once embrac'd me, To inflict a cureless wound ? Yet — oh , yet — thyself deceive not — Love may sink by slow decay, Still thine own its life... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817 - 212 Seiten
...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... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 Seiten
...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... | |
 | 1820 - 438 Seiten
...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...— 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...which once embrac'd me, To inflict a cureless wound? Yet— oh, , yet — thyself deceive not — Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe... | |
 | George Clinton - 1825 - 826 Seiten
...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 embraced me To inflict a cureless wound ? Ycl, oh yet, thyself deceive not ; Love may sink by slow... | |
 | William Child Green - 1826 - 606 Seiten
...untimely effort and burst into the boudoir — it was lieutenant Mountdale ' 7.». '• CHAPTER XVI. " Though my many faults defac'd me, Could no other arm...which once embrac'd me, To inflict a cureless wound ? Yet — Oh! yet— thyself deceive not— Lore may sink by slow decay ; But by ludden wrench, believe... | |
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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? 
