Weep, daughter of a royal line,
A Sire’s disgrace, a realm’s decay;
Ah! happy if each tear of thine
Could wash a father’s fault away!
Weep—for thy tears are Virtue’s tears
Auspicious to these suffering isles;
And be each drop in future years
Repaid thee by thy people’s smiles!
Altre opere di Lord Byron...
Answer to Some Elegant Verses Sent by a Friend to the Author, Complaining That One of His Descriptions Was Rather Too Warmly Drawn
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May I venture to give her a smack
CANDOUR compels me, BECHER!