<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396260" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Sighing Strephon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your pardon, my friend, if my rhymes did offend;<br>Your pardon, a thousand times o'er:<br>From friendship I strove your pangs to remove,<br>But, I swear, I will do so no more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since your beautiful maid your flame has repaid,<br>No more I your folly regret<br>She's now most divine, and I bow at the shrine<br>Of this quickly reformed coquette.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet still, I must own, I should never have known<br>From your verses what else she deserved;<br>Your pain seem'd so great, I pitied your fate,<br>As your fair was so devilish reserved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since the baim-br'eathing kiss of this magical miss<br>Can such wonderful transports produce; <br>Since the 'world you forget, when your lips once have met,'<br>My counsel will get but abuse. You Say, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'When I rove, I know nothing of love;'<br>'Tis true, 'I am given to range; <br>If I rightly remember, I've loved a good number,<br>Yet there's pleasure, at least, in a change</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will not advance, by the rules of romance,<br>To humour a whimsical fair; <br>Though a smile may delight, yet a frown won't affright, <br>Or drlve me to dreadful despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While my blood is thus warm I ne'er shall reform,<br>To mix in the Platonists' school; <br>Of this l am sure, was my passion so pure,<br>Thy mistress would think me a fool.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if I should shun every woman for one, <br>Whose image must fill my whole breast--<br>Whom I must prefer, and sigh but for her--<br>What an insult 'twould be to the rest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ow, Strephon, good bye, I cannot deny <br>Your passion appears most absurd;<br>Such love as you plead is pure love indeed,<br>For it only consists in the word.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396260" data-title="To The Sighing Strephon de Byron" data-description="Your pardon, my friend, if my rhymes did offend; Your pardon, a thousand times o'er: From friendship I strove your pangs to remove, But, I swear, I will do so no more. Since your beautiful maid your flame has repaid, No more I your folly regret ..."></div> </div> </div>

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