 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 decay....  Poems on His Domestic Circumstances - Сторінка 4автори: George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1816 - 32 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1816 - 886 стор.
...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,...thyself deceive not—- Love may sink by slow decay, Bdt, by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away ; Still thine own its life retaineth... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817 - 212 стор.
...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 стор.
...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 стор.
...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 стор.
...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 стор.
...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... | |
 | Louise Swanton-Belloc - 1824 - 400 стор.
...consoler, lui apprendras-tu à dire : « Mon père » ! quoiqu'elle doive vivre privée de ses soins ? Yet , oh yet , thyself deceive not'; Love may sink by slow decay , But by MU Mm wrench, believe not Hcarts can thus be torn away : Still thine own its life retaineth... | |
 | William Collins, Thomas Gray, James Beattie, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 478 стор.
...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 стор.
...Though the world for this commend thee — Though it smile upon the blow, E'en its praises must ofi'end thee, Founded on another's woe. — Though my many...thyself deceive not — Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not, Hearts can thus be torn away •. Still thine own its life retaineth... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 546 стор.
...— 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 thine own its life retaineth... | |
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