by George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)
To Woman
Language: English
Woman! experience might have told me, That all must love thee who behold thee: Surely experience might have taught Thy firmest promises are nought: But, placed in all thy charms before me, All I forget, but to adore thee. Oh memory! Thou choicest blessing When join'd with hope, when still possessing; But how much cursed by every lover When hope is fled and passion's over. Woman, that fair and fond deceiver, How throbs the pulse when first we view The eye that rolls in glossy blue, Or sparkles black, or mildly throws A beam from under hazel brows! How quick we credit every oath, And hear her plight the willing troth! Fondly we hope't will last for aye, When, lo! she changes in a day. This record will for ever stand, 'Woman, thy vows are traced in sand.'
Authorship:
- by George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron (1788 - 1824), "To Woman" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Graeme Koehne , "To Woman", 1993 [ voice and orchestra or string quartet ], from Three Poems of Byron, no. 2 [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2022-04-20
Line count: 21
Word count: 138