No More Learning

3.

Florence! whom I will love as well
(As ever yet was said or sung,
Since Orpheus sang his spouse from Hell)
Whilst _thou_ art _fair_ and _I_ am _young_;

4.

Sweet Florence! those were pleasant times,
When worlds were staked for Ladies' eyes:
Had bards as many realms as rhymes,[j]
Thy charms might raise new Antonies. [k]

5.

Though Fate forbids such things to be,[l]
Yet, by thine eyes and ringlets curled!
I cannot _lose_ a _world_ for thee,
But would not lose _thee_ for a _World_. [6]

_November_ 14, 1809.
[MS. M. First published, _Childe Harold_, 1812 (4to). ]



THE SPELL IS BROKE, THE CHARM IS FLOWN! [m]

WRITTEN AT ATHENS, JANUARY 16, 1810.


The spell is broke, the charm is flown!
Thus is it with Life's fitful fever:
We madly smile when we should groan;
Delirium is our best deceiver.
Each lucid interval of thought
Recalls the woes of Nature's charter;
And _He_ that acts as _wise men ought_,
But _lives_--as Saints have died--a martyr.

[MS. M. First published, _Childe Harold_, 1812 (4to). ]



WRITTEN AFTER SWIMMING FROM SESTOS TO ABYDOS. [7]

1.

If, in the month of dark December,
Leander, who was nightly wont
(What maid will not the tale remember? )
To cross thy stream, broad Hellespont!

2.

If, when the wintry tempest roared,
He sped to Hero, nothing loth,
And thus of old thy current poured,
Fair Venus! how I pity both!

3.

For _me_, degenerate modern wretch,
Though in the genial month of May,
My dripping limbs I faintly stretch,
And think I've done a feat to-day.

4.

But since he crossed the rapid tide,
According to the doubtful story,
To woo,--and--Lord knows what beside,
And swam for Love, as I for Glory;

5.