Lord Byron Poem

To Mary Chaworth

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Aj, Memory torture me no more,
The present’s all o’ercast;
My hopes of future bliss are o’er,
In Mercy veil the past.

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Why bring these Images to view
I henceforth must resign?
Ah, why those happy hours renew,
That never can be mine?

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Past pleasure doubles present pain,
To Sorrow adds regret:
Regret and Hope are both in vain,
I ask but — to Forget. 1804.

[First published, Paris, 1831.]

Fragment Written Shortly After The Marriage Of Miss Chaworth
To My Dear Mary Anne

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