...profane it ; One feeling too falsely disdain' d For thee to disdain it. One hope is too like despai. For prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear Than that frcm another. I can give not what men call love ; But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts...

...heart beats loud and fast ; O, press it close to thine again. Where it will break at last. 1821. TO One word is too often profaned For me to profane it ;...another. I can give not what men call love. But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above, And the Heavens reject not: The desire of the moth...

...heart beats loud and fast ; O, press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last. 1821. TO One word is too often profaned For me to profane it ;...another. I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above, And the Heavens reject not: The desire of the moth...

...Returns again to me, And more thy buried love endears Than aught except its living years. Lord Byron ccm One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother,...another. I can give not what men call love ; But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not: The desire of the moth...

...attention, he read out, in a voice subdued but full of passion, the lines on which his finger rested. " One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One...another. " I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not: The desire of the moth...

...not brought forth this morn — your weddingday. TO ONE word is too often profaned For me to profain it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to...another. I can give not what men call love. But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not : The desire of the moth...

...Must end in sin or sorrow, if sweet May Had not brought forth this morn — your weddingday. TO . ONE word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One...prudence to smother, And Pity from thee more dear I can give not what men call love, But wilt them accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the...

...Almighty rule — behold, he lays aside The spear of just revenge, and shrinks, by man defied ! " 6. " One word is too often profaned for me to profane it ; One feeling too falsely disdained for me to disdain it ; One hope is too like despair for prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear...

...Byron CCIII ONE word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdain'd For thee to disdain it. One hope is too like despair...another. I can give not what men call love ; But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not : The desire of the moth...

...Returns again to me, And more thy buried love endears Than aught except its living years. CCIII ONE word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdain'd For thee to disdain it. One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And Pity from...