Yet did I love thee to the last As fervently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now. The love where Death has set his seal, Nor age can chill, nor rival steal, Nor falsehood disavow: And, what were worse, thou canst... Poetry of Byron: Chosen and Arranged - Page 21de George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1892 - 276 pagesAffichage du livre entier - À propos de ce livre
 | 1901 - 872 pages
...iu harmony throughout eight long stanzas, without a single line that Is feeble or •overcharged:— The better days of life were ours; The worst can be...that cheers, the storm that lowers, Shall never more he thine. The silence of that dreamless sleep I envy now too much to weep; Nor need I to repine That... | |
 | 1902 - 732 pages
...mit den stellen des gedichtes: \Vho dielst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now. The love where Death has set his seal Nor age can chill, nor rival steal . . . Since earthly eye but ill can bear To trace the change to foul from fair. Auf dieselbe Persönlichkeit... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1929 - 688 pages
...to the last, As fervently as thou Who didst not change through all the past And canst not alter now. The love where Death has set his seal Nor age can...can be but mine: The sun that cheers, the storm that lours, Shall never more be thine. The silence of that dreamless sleep I envy now too much to weep ;... | |
 | George Gordon Byron - 1994 - 884 pages
...the last As fervently a« thon, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now. The love where Death has set his seal, Nor age can...wrong, or change, or fault in me. The better days of Fife were ours ; The worst can be but mine : The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers, Shall never... | |
 | Jerome McGann - 2002 - 332 pages
...audience, its forebears. It is a text that would bear no illusions, not even the illusion of disillusion: The love where Death has set his seal, Nor age can...can'st not see Or wrong, or change, or fault in me. (23-27) The poem's basic unit is a distinctively artificial nine-line stanza, metrically paced 4-4-4-3-4-4-3-44... | |
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