 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - English poetry - 1817 - 212 pages
...which once embraced me, To inflict a cureless wound.) Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not ; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away : Still thine own its life retaineth — Still must mine, though bleeding, beat ; And the undying thought... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 pages
...which once embraced me, To inflict a cureless wound? Yet oh yet, thy self deceive not ; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away: / Still thine own its life retaineth — • Still must mine, though bleeding, beat; And the undying... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - English poetry - 1821 - 478 pages
...which once embraced me, To inflict a cureless wound ? Yet, oh yc*, thyself deceive not ; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away : Still thine own its life retaineth — Still must mine, though bleeding, beat ; And the undying thought... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1822 - 614 pages
...which once embraced me, To inflict a cureless wound ? Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not ; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away : Still thine own its life retaineth — And the undying thought which paineth Is — that we no more... | |
 | William Collins, Thomas Gray, James Beattie, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - English poetry - 1824 - 478 pages
...arm be found Than the one which once embraced me, Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not ; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away : Still thine own its life retaineth — Still must mine, though bleeding, beat ; And th' undying thought... | |
 | George Clinton - Poets, English - 1825 - 826 pages
...which once embraced me To inflict a cureless wound ? Ycl, oh yet, thyself deceive not ; Love may sink by slow decay, But, by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away : Still thine own its life retaineth — Still must mine, though bleeding, beat ; And the undying thought... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1825 - 40 pages
...embrac'd me, To inflict a cureless wound? Yet— oh, , yet — thyself deceive not — Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not, Hearts can thus be torn away •. Still thine own its life retaineth — Still must mine— though bleeding— beat; And the undying... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 546 pages
...which once embraced me, To inflict a cureless wound? Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away : Still thine own its life retaineth — Still must mine, though bleeding beat; And the undying thought... | |
 | George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 804 pages
...which once embraced me, To inflict a cureless wound? Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not ; Love may sink . Still thine own its life retaineth — Still must mine, though bleeding, beat; And the undying thought... | |
 | English poetry - 1826 - 434 pages
...which once embraced me, To inflict a cureless wound ? Yet, O, yet, thyself deceive not; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away: Still thine own its life retaineth— Still must mine, though bleeding, beat; And the undying thought... | |
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Though my many faults defaced me, Could no other arm be found Than the one which once embraced me, To inflict a cureless wound! Yet - oh, yet - thyself deceive not Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not, Hearts can thus be torn... 
