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George Gordon Byron

George Gordon Byron

GEORGE GORDON LORD BYRON: "Her Lover Sinks..."

"Her Lover Sinks..."

(From "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto One)
LVI

Her lover sinks – she shed no ill-timed tears;
Her Chief is slain – she fills his fatal post;
Her fellows flee – she checks their base career;
The Foe retires – she heads sallying host;
Who can appease like her a lover’s ghost?
Who can avenge so well a leader’s fall?
What maid retrieve when man‘s flushed hope is lost?
Who hang so fiercely on the flying Gaul,
Foiled by a woman’s hand, before a battered wall?


LVII

Yet are Spain’s maids no race of Amazons,
But formed for all the witching arts of love:
Though thus in arms they emulate her sons,
And in the horrid phalanx dare to move.
‘Tis but the tender fierceness of the dove,
Pecking the hand that hovers o’er her mate:
In softness as in firmness far above
Remoter females, famed for sickening prate;
Her mind is nobler sure, her charms perchance as great.




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