A year ago, you swore, fond she!
'To love, to honour,' and so forth:
Such was the vow you pledged to me,
And here's exactly what 'tis worth.
More verses by George Gordon Byron
- To A Lady, Who Presented The Author With The Velvet Band Which Bound Her Tresses
- To D--
- Don Juan: Canto The Sixth
- To Caroline: Oh When Shall The Grave Hide
- The Giaour
