Imitation of Tibullus, por Lord Byron

Lord Byron

Imitation of Tibullus

‘Sulpicia ad Cerinthum.’—Lib. iv.

Cruel Cerinthus! does the fell disease

Which racks my breast your fickle bosom please?

Alas! I wish’d but to o’ercome the pain,

That I might live for love and you again;

But now I scarcely shall bewail my fate:

By death alone I can avoid your hate

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