The Works of Lord Byron, Vol. 11 (Classic Reprint)

Download or read book The Works of Lord Byron, Vol. 11 (Classic Reprint) written by George Gordon Byron and published by Forgotten Books. This book was released on 2018-01-29 with total page 260 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Excerpt from The Works of Lord Byron, Vol. 11 Anah. But, Aholibamah I love our God less since his angel loved me 'fllta'even' This cannot be of good; and though I know not That I do wrong, I'feel a thousand fears Which are not ominous of nght. Aholibamah. Then wed thee Unto some son of clay, and toil and spin! There's J aphet loves thee well, hath loved thee long; Marry, and bringforth dust! Anah. I should have loved Azaziel not less were he mortal, yet I am glad he 15 not. I can not outlive him. And when I think that his immortal wings Will one day hover o'er the sepulchre Of the poor child of clay which so adored him As he adores the Highest, death becomes Le$s terrible; but yet I pity him; His grief will be of ages, or at least Mine would be such for 'him, were I the Seraph, And he the perishable. Aholijbamah. Rather say That he will single forth some other daughter Of Earth and love her as he once loved Anah. Anah. And if it should be so and she so loved him Better thus than that he should weep for me. Aholibamah. If I thought thus of Samiasa's love All Seraph as he is I'd spurn him fr'om'me: But to our invocation 'tis the hour. Anah. Seraph 'a mystery From thy Sphere! Whatever star chntain th'y'r glory q In the eternal depths of Heaven' Albeit thou watchest with the Steven, Though through Spa'ce'infinite and hoary Before thy bright wings worlds be driven, Yet hear! Oh! Think of her 'who holds thee dear! And though she nothing is to thee Yet think that thou art all to her. Thou canst not tell - ai1d never be Such pangs decreed to aught save me The bitterness of tears. Eternity is in thine years Unborn, undying beauty in thine eyes; With me thou canst not sympathize, Except in love, and there thou must Acknowledge that more loving dust Ne'er wept beneath the skies '3 Thou walk'st thy many worlds thou see'st The face of Him who made thee great, As He hath made me ofithe least Of those cast out from Eden's gate Yet, Seraph dear! Oh heart For thou hast loved me and I would not die Until I know what I must die in knowing, That thou forget'st in' thine eternity Her whose heart death could not keep from Q'erflowing For thee, immortal essence as thou art! About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.