Dear object of defeated care!
Though now of Love and thee bereft,
To reconcile me with despair,
Thing image and any tears are left.
‘Tis said with Sorrow Time can cope;
But this I feel can ne’er be true:
For by the death?blow of my Hope
My Memory immortal grew.
Athens, January 1811.
(Lord George Gordon Byron)
More Poetry from Lord George Gordon Byron:
Lord George Gordon Byron Poems based on Topics: Love, Time, Death & Dying, Failure- The Island: Canto II. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
- Parisina (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
- The Island: Canto IV. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
- The Island: Canto I. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
- The Island: Canto III. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
- Elegy On Newstead Abbey (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)