George Gordon Byron (Джордж Гордон Байрон)
To the Sighing Strephon
1. Your pardon, my friend, If my rhymes did offend, Your pardon, a thousand times o'er; From friendship I strove, Your pangs to remove, But, I swear, I will do so no more. 2. Since your beautiful maid, Your flame has repaid, No more I your folly regret; She's now most divine, And I bow at the shrine, Of this quickly reforméd coquette. 3. Yet still, I must own, I should never have known, From your verses, what else she deserv'd; Your pain seem'd so great, I pitied your fate, As your fair was so dev'lish reserv'd. 4. Since the balm-breathing kiss Of this magical Miss, Can such wonderful transports produce; Since the "world you forget, When your lips once have met, My counsel will get but abuse. 5. You say, "When I rove," "I know nothing of love;" 'Tis true, I am given to range; If I rightly remember, I've lov'd a good number; Yet there's pleasure, at least, in a change. 6. I will not advance, By the rules of romance, To humour a whimsical fair; Though a smile may delight, Yet a frown will affright Or drive me to dreadful despair. 7. While my blood is thus warm, I ne'er shall reform, To mix in the Platonists' school; Of this I am sure, Was my Passion so pure, Thy Mistress would think me a fool. 8. And if I should shun, Every woman for one, Whose image must fill my whole breast; Whom I must prefer, And sigh but for her, What an insult 'twould be to the rest! 9. Now Strephon, good-bye; I cannot deny, Your passion appears most absurd; Such love as you plead, Is pure love, indeed, For it only consists in the word.
George Gordon Byron’s other poems:
- On a Change of Masters at a Great Public School
- To the Earl of Clare
- Lines Addressed to a Young Lady
- To Anne (Oh say not, sweet Anne, that the Fates have decreed)
- Stanzas to Jessy
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