Songtexte When We Two Parted - Lord Byron
                                                When 
                                                we 
                                                two 
                                                parted
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                silence 
                                                and 
                                                tears,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Half 
                                                broken-hearted
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                sever 
                                                for 
                                                years,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pale 
                                                grew 
                                                thy 
                                                cheek 
                                                and 
                                                cold,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Colder 
                                                thy 
                                                kiss;
 
                                    
                                
                                                Truly 
                                                that 
                                                hour 
                                                foretold
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sorrow 
                                                to 
                                                this.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                dew 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                morning
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sunk 
                                                chill 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                brow--
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                felt 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                warning
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                what 
                                                    I 
                                                feel 
                                                now.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thy 
                                                vows 
                                                are 
                                                all 
                                                broken,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                light 
                                                is 
                                                thy 
                                                fame;
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                thy 
                                                name 
                                                spoken,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                share 
                                                in 
                                                its 
                                                shame.
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                name 
                                                thee 
                                                before 
                                                me,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                knell 
                                                to 
                                                mine 
                                                ear;
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                shudder 
                                                comes 
                                                o'er 
                                                me--
 
                                    
                                
                                                Why 
                                                wert 
                                                thou 
                                                so 
                                                dear?
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                know 
                                                not 
                                                    I 
                                                knew 
                                                thee,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                knew 
                                                thee 
                                                too 
                                                well--
 
                                    
                                
                                                Long, 
                                                long 
                                                shall 
                                                    I 
                                                rue 
                                                thee,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Too 
                                                deeply 
                                                to 
                                                tell.
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                secret 
                                                we 
                                                met--
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                silence 
                                                    I 
                                                grieve,
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                thy 
                                                heart 
                                                could 
                                                forget,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thy 
                                                spirit 
                                                deceive.
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                    I 
                                                should 
                                                meet 
                                                thee
 
                                    
                                
                                                After 
                                                long 
                                                years,
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                should 
                                                    I 
                                                greet 
                                                thee?--
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                silence 
                                                and 
                                                tears.
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Darkness
2 So We'll Go No More a Roving - Moon
3 When We Two Parted
4 She Walks in Beauty
5 Lord Byron - An Introduction
6 The Devil's Drive - an Unfinished Rhapsody
7 For Music
8 Stanzas for Music
9 The Destruction of Sennacherib
10 The Dark Blue Sea
11 Sonnet to Lake Leman
12 Written After Swimming from Sestos to Abydos
13 The Isles of Greece
14 Lachin y Gair
15 There Is a Pleasure in the Pathless Woods
16 Cricket at Harrow
17 The Prisoner of Chillon
18 Advice to a Girl
19 I Would to Heaven That I Was so Much Clay
20 A Riddle on the Letter E
21 On My Thirty Third Birthday, January 22nd 1821
22 The Vampyre
23 John Keats
24 I Speak Not, I Trace Not, I Breathe Not Thy Name
25 To a Lady Who Presented to the Author a Lock of Hair Braided with His Own and Appointed a Night in December to Meet Him in the Garden
26 Remember Thee! Remember Thee!
27 The Tear
28 The First Kiss Love
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