Джордж Гордон БайронIMPROMPTU, IN REPLY TO A FRIENDЭКСПРОМТ В ОТВЕТ ДРУГУ
When, from the heart where Sorrow sits...
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When, from the heart where Sorrow sits, Her dusky shadow mounts too high, And o'er the changing aspect flits, And clouds the brow, or fills the eye; Heed not that gloom, which soon shall sink: My Thoughts their dungeon know too well; Back to my breast the Wanderers shrink, And droop within their silent cell.
September, 1813. [MS. M. First published, Childe Harold, 1814 (Seventh Edition).]
[Byron forwarded these lines to Moore in a postscript to a letter dated September 27, 1813. "Here's," he writes, "an impromptu for you by a 'person of quality,' written last week, on being reproached for low spirits,"—Letters, 1898, ii. 268. They were written at Aston Hall, Rotherham, where he "stayed a week... and behaved very well—though the lady of the house [Lady F. Wedderburn Webster] is young, and religious, and pretty, and the master is my particular friend,"—Letters, 1898, ii. 267.] And bleed ——.—[MS. M.]
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