Lord Byron. Chide Harolds Pilgrimage.

TO IANTHE

To such as see thee not my words were weak.

Nor unbeseem the promise of thy spring = Nor to be unsuitable (or to become
unsuitable for) for the promise of thy spring.

Guileless = innocent.

But mixd with pangs [to Loves even loveliest/ hours] decreed = pangs decreed to
Loves even loveliest hours

But bid me with my wreath one matchless lily/ blend

My days once numberd, should this homage/ past

CANTO THE FIRST

(III) Nor all that heralds rake from coffind clay