
A woman's reputation is torn apart by false accusations and societal pressures in a tragic tale of love and deceit.
By Lord Byron · First published 1815 · Genre: Romanticism, Lyric Poetry, Religious Poetry · 182 words
I / Were my bosom as false as thou deem'st it to be, / I need not have wandered from far Galilee; / It was but abjuring my creed to efface / The curse which, thou say'st, is the crime of my race.
II / If the bad never triumph, then God is with thee! / If the slave only sin-thou art spotless and free! / If the Exile on earth is an Outcast on high, / Live on in thy faith-but in mine I will die.
III / I have lost for that faith more than thou canst bestow, / As the God who permits thee to prosper doth know; / In his hand is my heart and my hope-and in thine / The land and the life which for him I resign.
*Seaham, 1815.*
Were my Bosom as False as Thou Deem'St it to Be is listed on Textopian as a poem by Lord Byron, dated 1815 CE.
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romanticism · poetry · love · betrayal · deception · emotion · passion · heartbreak · literary analysis · 19th century · British literature · melancholy