Читать книгу Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (With Byron's Biography) - Lord Byron - Страница 20

For he through Sin's long labyrinth had run,s Nor made atonement when he did amiss, Had sighed to many though he loved but one,t24 And that loved one, alas! could ne'er be his. Ah, happy she! to 'scape from him whose kiss Had been pollution unto aught so chaste; Who soon had left her charms for vulgar bliss, And spoiled her goodly lands to gild his waste, Nor calm domestic peace had ever deigned to taste.