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The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 3 (Translation Of A Romaic Love Song) - Lord Byron
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The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 3 (Translation Of A Romaic Love Song) Lord Byron

The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 3 (Translation Of A Romaic Love Song) - Lord Byron
Translation Of A Romaic Love Song

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Ah! Love was never yet without
The pang, the agony, the doubt,
Which rends my heart with ceaseless sigh,
While day and night roll darkling by.

2.
Without one friend to hear my woe,
I faint, I die beneath the blow.
That Love had arrows, well I knew,
Alas! I find them poisoned too.

3.
Birds, yet in freedom, shun the net
Which Love around your haunts hath set;
Or, circled by his fatal fire,
Your hearts shall burn, your hopes expire.

4.
A bird of free and careless wing
Was I, through many a smiling spring;
But caught within the subtle snare,
I burn, and feebly flutter there.
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