Lines Written beneath a Picture
[These lines are copied from a leaf of the manuscript of the second canto of Childe Harold .]
Dear object of defeated care!
Though now of Love and thee bereft,
To reconcile me with despair
Thine image and my tears are left.
'T is 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.
A THENS , January , 1811. [First published, 1812.]
Dear object of defeated care!
Though now of Love and thee bereft,
To reconcile me with despair
Thine image and my tears are left.
'T is 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.
A THENS , January , 1811. [First published, 1812.]
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