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 《코린트의 포위》 (The Siege of Corinth) (poem) (1816) 《코린트의 포위》 (The Siege of Corinth) (poem) (1816)
 《파리시나》 (Parisina) (1816) 《파리시나》 (Parisina) (1816)
-《칠론의 죄수》 (The Prisoner Of Chillon) (1816) (text on Wikisource)+《칠론의 죄수》 (The Prisoner Of Chillon) (1816)
 《꿈》 (The Dream) (1816) 《꿈》 (The Dream) (1816)
 《프로메테우스》 (Prometheus) (1816) 《프로메테우스》 (Prometheus) (1816)
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 A heart whose love is innocent! </poem> A heart whose love is innocent! </poem>
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 +
 +번역중 : [[:문학:영문학:영국:바이런:She_Walks_In_Beauty]]
  
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줄 12748: 줄 12748:
 72 Thou Whose Spell Can Raise the Dead | 72 Thou Whose Spell Can Raise the Dead |
 <poem> <poem>
 +Thou whose spell can raise the dead,
 +Bid the prophet's form appear.
 +"Samuel, raise thy buried head!
 +"King, behold the phantom seer!"
 +Earth yawn'd; he stood the centre of a cloud:
 +Light changed its hue, retiring from his shroud.
 +Death stood all glassy in the fixed eye:
 +His hand was withered, and his veins were dry;
 +His foot, in bony whiteness, glitterd there,
 +Shrunken and sinewless, and ghastly bare;
 +From lips that moved not and unbreathing frame,
 +Like cavern'd winds the hollow acccents came.
 +Saul saw, and fell to earth, as falls the oak,
 +At once, and blasted by the thunder-stroke.
  
 +"Why is my sleep disquieted?
 +"Who is he that calls the dead?
 +"Is it thou, Oh King? Behold
 +"Bloodless are these limbs, and cold:
 +"Such are mine; and such shall be
 +"Thine, to-morrow, when with me:
 +"Ere the coming day is done,
 +"Such shalt thou be, such thy son.
 +"Fare thee well, but for a day,
 +"Then we mix our mouldering clay.
 +"Thou, thy race, lie pale and low,
 +"Pierced by shafts of many a bow;
 +"And the falchion by thy side,
 +"To thy heart, thy hand shall guide:
 +"Crownless, breathless, headless fall,
 +"Son and sire, the house of Saul!"
 </poem> </poem>
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 73 Stanzas To Jessy | 73 Stanzas To Jessy |
 <poem> <poem>
 +There is a mystic thread of life
 +So dearly wreath'd with mine alone,
 +That Destiny's relentless knife
 +At once must sever both, or none.
 +
 +There is a Form on which these eyes
 +Have fondly gazed with such delight---
 +By day, that Form their joy supplies,
 +And Dreams restore it, through the night.
 +
 +There is a Voice whose tones inspire
 +Such softened feelings in my breast,
 +I would not hear a Seraph Choir,
 +Unless that voice could join the rest.
 +
 +There is a Face whose Blushes tell
 +Affection's tale upon the cheek,
 +But pallid at our fond farewell,
 +Proclaims more love than words can speak.
 +
 +There is a Lip, which mine has prest,
 +But none had ever prest before;
 +It vowed to make me sweetly blest,
 +That mine alone should press it more.
 +
 +There is a Bosom all my own,
 +Has pillow'd oft this aching head,
 +A Mouth which smiles on me alone,
 +An Eye, whose tears with mine are shed.
 +
 +There are two Hearts whose movements thrill,
 +In unison so closely sweet,
 +That Pulse to Pulse responsive still
 +They Both must heave, or cease to beat.
  
 +There are two Souls, whose equal flow
 +In gentle stream so calmly run,
 +That when they part---they part?---ah no!
 +They cannot part---those Souls are One.
 </poem> </poem>
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 74 Remember Him, Whom Passion's Power | 74 Remember Him, Whom Passion's Power |
 <poem> <poem>
 +Remember him, whom Passion's power
 +Severely---deeply---vainly proved:
 +Remember thou that dangerous hour,
 +When neither fell, though both were loved.
  
 +That yielding breast, that melting eye,
 +Too much invited to be blessed:
 +That gentle prayer, that pleading sigh,
 +The wilder wish reproved, repressed.
 +
 +Oh! let me feel that all I lost
 +But saved thee all that Conscience fears;
 +And blush for every pang it cost
 +To spare the vain remorse of years.
 +
 +Yet think of this when many a tongue,
 +Whose busy accents whisper blame,
 +Would do the heart that loved thee wrong,
 +And brand a nearly blighted name.
 +
 +Think that, whate'er to others, thou
 +Hast seen each selfish thought subdued:
 +I bless thy purer soul even now,
 +Even now, in midnight solitude.
 +
 +Oh, God! that we had met in time,
 +Our hearts as fond, thy hand more free;
 +When thou hadst loved without a crime,
 +And I been less unworthy thee!
 +
 +Far may thy days, as heretofore,
 +From this our gaudy world be past!
 +And that too bitter moment o'er,
 +Oh! may such trial be thy last.
 +
 +This heart, alas! perverted long,
 +Itself destroyed might there destroy;
 +To meet thee in the glittering throng,
 +Would wake Presumption's hope of joy.
 +
 +Then to the things whose bliss or woe,
 +Like mine, is wild and worthless all,
 +That world resign---such scenes forego,
 +Where those who feel must surely fall.
 +
 +Thy youth, thy charms, thy tenderness---
 +Thy soul from long seclusion pure;
 +From what even here hath passed, may guess
 +What there thy bosom must endure.
 +
 +Oh! pardon that imploring tear,
 +Since not by Virtue shed in vain,
 +My frenzy drew from eyes so dear;
 +For me they shall not weep again.
 +
 +Though long and mournful must it be,
 +The thought that we no more may meet;
 +Yet I deserve the stern decree,
 +And almost deem the sentence sweet.
 +
 +Still---had I loved thee less---my heart
 +Had then less sacrificed to thine;
 +It felt not half so much to part
 +As if its guilt had made thee mine.
 </poem> </poem>
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 75 Sonnet to Lake Leman | 75 Sonnet to Lake Leman |
 <poem> <poem>
 +ousseau -- Voltaire -- our Gibbon -- De Staлl -- 
 +Leman! these names are worthy of thy shore, 
 +Thy shore of names like these! wert thou no more, 
 +Their memory thy remembrance would recall: 
 +To them thy banks were lovely as to all, 
 +But they have made them lovelier, for the lore 
 +Of mighty minds doth hallow in the core 
 +Of human hearts the ruin of a wall 
 +Where dwelt the wise and wondrous; but by thee 
 +How much more, Lake of Beauty! do we feel, 
 +In sweetly gliding o'er thy crystal sea, 
 +The wild glow of that not ungentle zeal, 
 +Which of the heirs of immortality 
 +Is proud, and makes the breath of glory real!
 </poem> </poem>
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 76 Sonnet - to Genevra | 76 Sonnet - to Genevra |
 <poem> <poem>
 +Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe, 
 +And yet so lovely, that if Mirth could flush 
 +Its rose of whiteness with the brightest blush, 
 +My heart would wish away that ruder glow: 
 +And dazzle not thy deep-blue eyes---but, oh! 
 +While gazing on them sterner eyes will gush, 
 +And into mine my mother's weakness rush, 
 +Soft as the last drops round Heaven's airy bow. 
 +For, though thy long dark lashes low depending, 
 +The soul of melancholy Gentleness 
 +Gleams like a Seraph from the sky descending, 
 +Above all pain, yet pitying all distress; 
 +At once such majesty with sweetness blending, 
 +I worship more, but cannot love thee less.
 </poem> </poem>
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 77 To Eliza | 77 To Eliza |
 <poem> <poem>
 +Eliza, what fools are the Mussulman sect,
 +Who to woman deny the soul's future existence!
 +Could they see thee, Eliza, they'd own their defect,
 +And this doctrine would meet with a general resistance.
 +
 +Had their prophet possess'd half an atom of sense,
 +He ne'er would have woman from paradise driven;
 +Instead of his houris, a flimsy pretence,
 +With woman alone he had peopled his heaven.
 +
 +Yet still, to increase your calamities more,
 +Not Content with depriving your bodies of spirit,
 +He allots one poor husband to share amongst four!-
 +With souls you'd dispense; but this last, who could bear it?
  
 +His religion to please neither party is made;
 +On husbands 'tis hard, to the wives most uncivil;
 +Still I Can't contradict, what so oft has been said,
 +'Though women are angels, yet wedlock's the devil.'
 </poem> </poem>
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 78 Stanzas To A Lady, On Leaving England | 78 Stanzas To A Lady, On Leaving England |
 <poem> <poem>
 +Tis done---and shivering in the gale
 +The bark unfurls her snowy sail;
 +And whistling o'er the bending mast,
 +Loud sings on high the fresh'ning blast;
 +And I must from this land be gone,
 +Because I cannot love but one.
  
 +But could I be what I have been,
 +And could I see what I have seen---
 +Could I repose upon the breast
 +Which once my warmest wishes blest---
 +I should not seek another zone,
 +Because I cannot love but one.
 +
 +'Tis long since I beheld that eye
 +Which gave me bliss or misery;
 +And I have striven, but in vain,
 +Never to think of it again:
 +For though I fly from Albion,
 +I still can only love but one.
 +
 +As some lone bird, without a mate,
 +My weary heart is desolate;
 +I look around, and cannot trace
 +One friendly smile or welcome face,
 +And ev'n in crowds am still alone,
 +Because I cannot love but one.
 +
 +And I will cross the whitening foam,
 +And I will seek a foreign home;
 +Till I forget a false fair face,
 +I ne'er shall find a resting-place;
 +My own dark thoughts I cannot shun,
 +But ever love, and love but one.
 +
 +The poorest, veriest wretch on earth
 +Still finds some hospitable hearth,
 +Where Friendship's or Love's softer glow
 +May smile in joy or soothe in woe;
 +But friend or leman I have none,'
 +Because I cannot love but one.
 +
 +I go---but wheresoe'er I flee
 +There's not an eye will weep for me;
 +There's not a kind congenial heart,
 +Where I can claim the meanest part;
 +Nor thou, who hast my hopes undone,
 +Wilt sigh, although I love but one.
 +
 +To think of every early scene,
 +Of what we are, and what we've been,
 +Would whelm some softer hearts with woe---
 +But mine, alas! has stood the blow;
 +Yet still beats on as it begun,
 +And never truly loves but one.
 +
 +And who that dear lov'd one may be,
 +Is not for vulgar eyes to see;
 +And why that early love was cross'd,
 +Thou know'st the best, I feel the most;
 +But few that dwell beneath the sun
 +Have loved so long, and loved but one.
 +
 +I've tried another's fetters too,
 +With charms perchance as fair to view;
 +And I would fain have loved as well,
 +But some unconquerable spell
 +Forbade my bleeding breast to own
 +A kindred care for aught but one.
 +
 +'Twould soothe to take one lingering view,
 +And bless thee in my last adieu;
 +Yet wish I not those eyes to weep
 +For him that wanders o'er the deep;
 +His home, his hope, his youth are gone,
 +Yet still he loves, and loves but one.
 </poem> </poem>
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 79 To Mary, On Receiving Her Picture | 79 To Mary, On Receiving Her Picture |
 <poem> <poem>
 +This faint resemblance of thy charms,
 +(Though strong as mortal art could give,)
 +My constant heart of fear disarms,
 +Revives my hopes, and bids me live.
  
 +Here, I can trace the locks of gold
 +Which round thy snowy forehead wave;
 +The cheeks which sprung from Beauty's mould,
 +The lips, which made me Beauty's slave.
 +
 +Here I can trace---ah, no! that eye,
 +Whose azure floats in liquid fire,
 +Must all the painter's art defy,
 +And bid him from the task retire.
 +
 +Here, I behold its beauteous hue;
 +But where's the beam so sweetly straying,
 +Which gave a lustre to its blue,
 +Like Luna o'er the ocean playing?
 +
 +Sweet copy! far more dear to me,
 +Lifeless, unfeeling as thou art,
 +Than all the living forms could be,
 +Save her who plac'd thee next my heart.
 +
 +She plac'd it, sad, with needless fear,
 +Lest time might shake my wavering soul,
 +Unconscious that her image there
 +Held every sense in fast control.
 +
 +Thro' hours, thro' years, thro' time, 'twill cheer---
 +My hope, in gloomy moments, raise;
 +In life's last conflict 'twill appear,
 +And meet my fond, expiring gaze.
 </poem> </poem>
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 80 Lachin Y Gair | 80 Lachin Y Gair |
 <poem> <poem>
 +Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses!
 +In you let the minions of luxury rove;
 +Restore me to the rocks, where the snowflake reposes,
 +Though still they are sacred to freedom and love:
 +Yet, Caledonia, beloved are thy mountains,
 +Round their white summits though elements war;
 +Though cataracts foam 'stead of smooth-flowing fountains,
 +I sigh for the valley of dark Loch na Garr.
 +
 +Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy wandered;
 +My cap was teh bonnet, my cloak was the plaid;
 +On chieftains long perished my memory pondered,
 +As daily I strode through the pine-covered glade;
 +I sought not my home till the day's dying glory
 +Gave place to the rays of the bright polar star;
 +For fancy was cheered by traditional story,
 +Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch na Garr.
 +
 +"Shades of the dead! have I not heard your voices
 +Rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale?"
 +Surely the soul of the hero rejoices,
 +And rides on the wind, o'er his own Highland vale.
 +Rouch Loch na Garr while the stormy mist gathers,
 +Winter presides in his cold icy car:
 +Clouds there encircle the forms of my fathers;
 +They dwell in the tempests of dark Loch na Garr.
 +
 +"Ill-starred, though brave, did no visions foreboding
 +Tell you that fate had forsaken your cause?"
 +Ah! were you destined to die at Culloden,
 +Victory crowned not your fall with applause:
 +Still were you happy in death's earthy slumber,
 +You rest with your clan in the caves of Braemar;
 +The pibroch resounds, to the piper's loud number,
 +Your deeds on the echoes of dark Loch na Garr.
  
 +Years have rolled on, Loch na Garr, since I left you,
 +Years must elapse ere I tread you again:
 +Nature of verdure and flowers has bereft you,
 +Yet still are you dearer than Albion's plain.
 +England! thy beauties are tame and domestic
 +To one who has roved o'er the mountains afar:
 +Oh for the crags that are wild and majestic!
 +The steep frowning glories of the dark Loch na Garr.
 </poem> </poem>
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 81 To M | 81 To M |
 <poem> <poem>
 +Oh! did those eyes, instead of fire,
 +With bright, but mild affection shine:
 +Though they might kindle less desire,
 +Love, more than mortal, would be thine.
  
 +For thou art form'd so heavenly fair,
 +Howe'er those orbs may wildly beam,
 +We must admire, but still despair;
 +That fatal glance forbids esteem.
 +
 +When Nature stamp'd thy beauteous birth,
 +So much perfection in thee shone,
 +She fear'd that, too divine for earth,
 +The skies might claim thee for their own.
 +
 +Therefore, to guard her dearest work,
 +Lest angels might dispute the prize,
 +She bade a secret lightning lurk,
 +Within those once celestial eyes.
 +
 +These might the boldest Sylph appall,
 +When gleaming with meridian blaze;
 +Thy beauty must enrapture all;
 +But who can dare thine ardent gaze?
 +
 +'Tis said that Berenice's hair,
 +In stars adorns the vault of heaven;
 +But they would ne'er permit thee there,
 +Who wouldst so far outshine the seven.
 +
 +For did those eyes as planets roll,
 +Thy sister-lights would scarce appear:
 +E'en suns, which systems now control,
 +Would twinkle dimly through their sphere.
 </poem> </poem>
 ++++ ++++
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 82 Song of Saul Before His Last Battle | 82 Song of Saul Before His Last Battle |
 <poem> <poem>
 +Warriors and chiefs! should the shaft or the sword
 +Pierce me in leading the host of the Lord,
 +Heed not the corse, though a king’s in your path:
 +Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath!
 +
 +Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow,
 +Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe,
 +Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet!
 +Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet.
  
 +Farewell to others, but never we part,
 +Heir to my royalty, son of my heart!
 +Bright is the diadem, boundless the sway,
 +Or kingly the death, which awaits us to-day!
 </poem> </poem>
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 83 To M. S. G. | 83 To M. S. G. |
 <poem> <poem>
 +Whene'er I view those lips of thine,
 +Their hue invites my fervent kiss;
 +Yet, I forego that bliss divine,
 +Alas! it were---unhallow'd bliss.
  
 +Whene'er I dream of that pure breast,
 +How could I dwell upon its snows!
 +Yet, is the daring wish represt,
 +For that,---would banish its repose.
 +
 +A glance from thy soul-searching eye
 +Can raise with hope, depress with fear;
 +Yet, I conceal my love,---and why?
 +I would not force a painful tear.
 +
 +I ne'er have told my love, yet thou
 +Hast seen my ardent flame too well;
 +And shall I plead my passion now,
 +To make thy bosom's heaven a hell?
 +
 +No! for thou never canst be mine,
 +United by the priest's decree:
 +By any ties but those divine,
 +Mine, my belov'd, thou ne'er shalt be.
 +
 +Then let the secret fire consume,
 +Let it consume, thou shalt not know:
 +With joy I court a certain doom,
 +Rather than spread its guilty glow.
 +
 +I will not ease my tortur'd heart,
 +By driving dove-ey'd peace from thine;
 +Rather than such a sting impart,
 +Each thought presumptuous I resign.
 +
 +Yes! yield those lips, for which I'd brave
 +More than I here shall dare to tell;
 +Thy innocence and mine to save,---
 +I bid thee now a last farewell.
 +
 +Yes! yield that breast, to seek despair
 +And hope no more thy soft embrace;
 +Which to obtain, my soul would dare,
 +All, all reproach, but thy disgrace.
 +
 +At least from guilt shalt thou be free,
 +No matron shall thy shame reprove;
 +Though cureless pangs may prey on me,
 +No martyr shalt thou be to love.
 </poem> </poem>
 ++++ ++++
줄 12832: 줄 13252:
 84 On A Distant View Of Harrow | 84 On A Distant View Of Harrow |
 <poem> <poem>
 +Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection
 +Embitters the present, compar'd with the past;
 +Where science first dawn'd on the powers of reflection,
 +And friendships were form'd, too romantic to last;
 +
 +Where fancy, yet, joys to retrace the resemblance
 +Of comrades, in friendship and mischief allied;
 +How welcome to me your ne'er fading remembrance,
 +Which rests in the bosom, though hope is deny'd!
 +
 +Again I revisit the hills where we sported,
 +The streams where we swam, and the fields where we fought;
 +The school where, loud warn'd by the bell, we resorted,
 +To pore o'er the precepts by Pedagogues taught.
 +
 +Again I behold where for hours I have ponder'd,
 +As reclining, at eve, on yon tombstone I lay;
 +Or round the steep brow of the churchyard I wander'd,
 +To catch the last gleam of the sun's setting ray.
 +
 +I once more view the room, with spectators surrounded,
 +Where, as Zanga, I trod on Alonzo o'erthrown;
 +While, to swell my young pride, such applauses resounded,
 +I fancied that Mossop himself was outshone.
 +
 +Or, as Lear, I pour'd forth the deep imprecation,
 +By my daughters, of kingdom and reason depriv'd;
 +Till, fir'd by loud plaudits and self-adulation,
 +I regarded myself as a Garrick reviv'd.
 +
 +Ye dreams of my boyhood, how much I regret you!
 +Unfaded your memory dwells in my breast;
 +Though sad and deserted, I ne'er can forget you:
 +Your pleasures may still be in fancy possest.
 +
 +To Ida full oft may remembrance restore me,
 +While Fate shall the shades of the future unroll!
 +Since Darkness o'ershadows the prospect before me,
 +More dear is the beam of the past to my soul!
  
 +But if, through the course of the years which await me,
 +Some new scene of pleasure should open to view,
 +I will say, while with rapture the thought shall elate me,
 +Oh! such were the days which my infancy knew.
 </poem> </poem>
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 85 Siege and Conquest of Alhama, The | 85 Siege and Conquest of Alhama, The |
 <poem> <poem>
 +The Moorish King rides up and down,
 +Through Granada's royal town;
 +From Elvira's gate to those
 +Of Bivarambla on he goes.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
  
 +Letters to the monarch tell
 +How Alhama's city fell:
 +In the fire the scroll he threw,
 +And the messenger he slew.
 +Woe is me, Albamal
 +
 +He quits his mule, and mounts his horse,
 +And through the street directs his course;
 +Through the street of Zacatin
 +To the Alhambra spurring in.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +When the Alhambra walls he gain'd,
 +On the moment he ordain'd
 +That the trumpet straight should sound
 +With the silver clarion round.
 +Woe is me, Alhamal
 +
 +And when the hollow drums of war
 +Beat the loud alarm afar,
 +That the Moors of town and plain
 +Might answer to the martial strain.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +Then the Moors, by this aware,
 +That bloody Mars recall'd them there,
 +One by one, and two by two,
 +To a mighty squadron grew.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +Out then spake an aged Moor
 +In these words the king before,
 +'Wherefore call on us, oh King?
 +What may mean this gathering?'
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +'Friends! ye have, alas! to know
 +Of a most disastrous blow;
 +That the Christians, stern and bold,
 +Have obtain'd Albania's hold.'
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +Out then spake old Alfaqui,
 +With his beard so white to see,
 +'Good King! thou art justly served,
 +Good King! this thou hast deserved.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +'By thee were slain, in evil hour,
 +The Abencerrage, Granada's flower;
 +And strangers were received by thee
 +Of Cordova the Chivalry.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +'And for this, oh King! is sent
 +On thee a double chastisement:
 +Thee and thine, thy crown and realm,
 +One last wreck shall overwhelm.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +'He who holds no laws in awe,
 +He must perish by the law;
 +And Granada must be won,
 +And thyself with her undone.'
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +Fire crashed from out the old Moor's eyes,
 +The Monarch's wrath began to rise,
 +Because he answer'd, and because
 +He spake exceeding well of laws.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +'There is no law to say such things
 +As may disgust the ear of kings:
 +'Thus, snorting with his choler, said
 +The Moorish King, and doom'd him dead.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +Moor Alfaqui! Moor Alfaqui!
 +Though thy beard so hoary be,
 +The King hath sent to have thee seized,
 +For Alhama's loss displeased.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +And to fix thy head upon
 +High Alhambra's loftiest stone;
 +That thus for thee should be the law,
 +And others tremble when they saw.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +'Cavalier, and man of worth!
 +Let these words of mine go forth!
 +Let the Moorish Monarch know,
 +That to him I nothing owe.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +'But on my soul Alhama weighs,
 +And on my inmost spirit preys;
 +And if the King his land hath lost,
 +Yet others may have lost the most.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +'Sires have lost their children, wives
 +Their lords, and valiant men their lives!
 +One what best his love might claim
 +Hath lost, another wealth, or fame.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +'I lost a damsel in that hour,
 +Of all the land the loveliest flower;
 +Doubloons a hundred I would pay,
 +And think her ransom cheap that day.'
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +And as these things the old Moor said,
 +They sever'd from the trunk his head;
 +And to the Alhambra's wall with speed
 +'Twas carried, as the King decreed.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +And men and infants therein weep
 +Their loss, so heavy and so deep;
 +Granada's ladies, all she rears
 +Within her walls, burst into tears.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
 +
 +And from the windows o'er the walls
 +The sable web of mourning falls;
 +The King weeps as a woman o'er
 +His loss, for it is much and sore.
 +Woe is me, Alhama!
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 +Why, Pigot, complain of this damsel's disdain,
 +Why thus in despair do you fret?
 +For months you may try, yet, believe me, a sigh
 +Will never obtain a coquette.
 +
 +Would you teach her to love? for a time seem to rove;
 +At first she may frown in a pet;
 +But leave her awhile, she shortly will smile,
 +And then you may kiss your coquette.
 +
 +For such are the airs of these fanciful fairs,
 +They think all our homage a debt:
 +Yet a partial neglect soon takes an effect,
 +And humbles the proudest coquette.
 +
 +Dissemble your pain, and lengthen your chain,
 +And seem her hauteur to regret;
 +If again you shall sigh, she no more will deny,
 +That yours is the rosy coquette.
 +
 +If still, from false pride, your pangs she deride,
 +This whimsical virgin forget;
 +Some other adiaiire, who will melt with your fire,
 +And laugh at the little coquette.
 +
 +For me I adore some twenty or more,
 +And love them most dearly but yet
 +Though my heart they enthral, I'd abandon them all,
 +Did they act like your blooming coquette.
 +
 +No longer repine, adopt this design,
 +And break through her slight-woven net;
 +Away with despair, no longer forbear
 +To fly from the captious coquette.
  
 +Then quit her, my friend your bosom defend,
 +Ere quite with her snares you're beset;
 +Lest your deep-wounded heart, when incensed by the smart, Should lead you to curse the coquette.
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