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Lord Byron

Lord Byron

Written Shortly After the Marriage of Miss Chaworth

Hills of Annesley, bleak and barren,
Where my thoughtless childhood stray’d,
How the northern tempests, warring,
Howl above thy tufted shade!
 
Now no more, the hours beguiling,
Former favourite haunts I see;
Now no more my Mary smiling
Makes ye seem a heaven to me.

#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury

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