English poem
MAID OF ATHENS, ERE WE PART.
Maid of Athens,ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart! Or, since that has left my breast, Keep it now, and take the rest! Hear my vow before I go,
By those tresses unconfined, Wooed by each Ægean wind; By those lids whose jetty fringe Kiss thy soft cheeks’ blooming tinge; By those wild eyes like the roe,
By that lip I long to taste; By that zone-encircled waist; By all the token-flowersthat tell What words can never speak so well; By love's alternate joy and woe,
Maid of Athens! I am gone: Think of me, sweet! when alone. Though I fly to Istambol, Athens holds my heart and soul: Can I cease to love thee? No!
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- Lord Byron's Verses On Sam Rogers.[579]
- Love's Last Adieu.
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- Ode On Venice[234]
- Ode To A Lady Whose Lover Was Killed By A Ball, Which At The Same Time Shivered A Portrait Next His Heart.
- On A Change Of Masters At A Great Public School. [1]