English poem
Lines to a Lady Weeping
by Lord Byron
Weep, daughter of a royal line, A Sire's disgrace, a realm's decay; Ah! happy if each tear of thine Could wash a Father's fault away! Weep--for thy tears are Virtue's tears-- Auspicious to these suffering Isles; And be each drop in future years Repaid thee by thy People's smiles!
More by Lord Byron
- Last Words on Greece
- Lines Addressed by Lord Byron to Mr. Hobhouse on His Election for Westminster
- Lines Addressed to a Young Lady
- Lines in the Travellers' Book at Orchomenus
- Lines to Mr. Hodgson. Written on Board the Lisbon Packet
- Lines Written Beneath a Picture
- Lines Written in "Letters of an Italian Nun and an English Gentleman, by J. J. Rousseau; Founded on Facts."
- Lines Written in an Album, at Malta