Lord Byron Poem

Lines Written In Letters Of An Italian Nun And An English Gentleman

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‘Away, away, your fleeting arts
May now betray some simpler hearts;
And you will smile at their believing,
And they shall weep at your deceiving.’

-Answer to the foregoing, addressed to miss-

Dear, simple girl, those flattering arts,
From which thou’dst guard frail female hearts,
Exist but in imagination,—
Mere phantoms of thine own creation;
For he who views that witching grace,
That perfect form, that lovely face,
With eyes admiring, oh! believe me,
He never wishes to deceive thee:
Once in thy polish’d mirror glance,
Thou’lt there descry that elegance
Which from our sex demands such praises,
But envy in the other raises:
Then he who tells thee of thy beauty,
Believe me, only does his duty:
Ah! fly not from the candid youth;
It is not flattery,—’tis truth.

July 1804

Answer To The Foregoing, Addressed To Miss—
Fragments of School Exercises: From the "Prometheus Vinctus" of Æschylus


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