Give, oh give me back my heart!
Maid of Athens.
Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 5.
If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 7.
Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare,
And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 9.
Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.