George Gordon Byron

(22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824 / London, England)

I Speak Not, I Trace Not, I Breathe Not Thy Name - Poem by George Gordon Byron

I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name;
There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame;
But the tear that now burns on my cheek may impart
The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart.
Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace,
Were those hours - can their joy or their bitterness cease?
We repent, we abjure, we will break from our chain, -
We will part, we will fly to - unite it again!
Oh! thine be the gladness, and mine be the guilt!
Forgive me, adored one! - forsake if thou wilt;
But the heart which is thine shall expire undebased,
And man shall not break it - whatever thou may'st.
And stern to the haughty, but humble to thee,
This soul in its bitterest blackness shall be;
And our days seem as swift, and our moments more sweet,
With thee at my side, than with worlds at our feet.
One sigh of thy sorrow, one look of thy love,
Shall turn me or fix, shall reward or reprove.
And the heartless may wonder at all I resign -
Thy lips shall reply, not to them, but to mine.

May, 1814.


Comments about I Speak Not, I Trace Not, I Breathe Not Thy Name by George Gordon Byron

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (3/20/2016 11:46:00 PM)


    This is fantastic poem, it says so many things about the love, life and the caring nature of a person, I liked the essence and the flow of this poem, thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • (3/20/2016 11:44:00 PM)


    A passionate love poem full of melancholia and a guilty conscience. (Report) Reply

  • Moira Cameron (3/20/2016 10:58:00 PM)


    Susan Williams' comment below is a valid one. I haven't read much of Byron's poems, but I know him well by that reputation to which Susan so pointedly refers. Gloomy and oppressive he may be in his description of love. I have met people in this day and age who carry the same kind of melancholy passion around like it's a cross they must bear, and these people I have avoided at all costs. Their negative energy can suck at one like leeches. And yet, I must admit, I admire the poetry of Byron. He certainly knew how to put all that melancholia into beautiful sounding art! (Report) Reply

  • (3/20/2016 9:53:00 PM)


    ......incredible rhythm ★ (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (3/20/2016 8:37:00 PM)


    look of my love, great write.. (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (3/20/2016 2:17:00 PM)


    The worst Woman that ever existed would have made a Man of very passable reputation. They are all better than us—and their faults, such as they are, must originate with ourselves...- Lord Byron.
    I wonder if he truly believed that or if it was part of his romantic mystique that he devised to be a popular poet. He often appeared in letters and newspapers and gossip from that age as the very prototype for his gloomy Byronic heroes in his poems, always appearing in the shadows, suffering from his tormented soul, a confused, melancholy, and blighted man who needed a woman's love her to resurrect his goodness. Uh-huh.
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  • Kelechi Evans (3/20/2016 11:56:00 AM)


    Yes guilt in the fame (Report) Reply

  • Anthony Assumang (3/20/2016 11:51:00 AM)


    Nice one. This is simply a masterpiece (Report) Reply

  • (3/20/2016 10:22:00 AM)


    The expression of sorrow in the love affair somehow missed for ever. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh T A (3/20/2016 7:58:00 AM)


    A great plea to the lady he loves to get the approval of her love to him! It is a nice poem of Byron! (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (3/20/2016 3:12:00 AM)


    Forgive me. Nice piece of work. (Report) Reply

  • (4/16/2015 3:12:00 AM)


    And our days seem as swift, and our moments more sweet,
    With thee at my side, than with worlds at our feet.
    (Report) Reply

  • (7/12/2014 3:21:00 PM)


    One sigh of thy sorrow, one look of thy love,
    Shall turn me or fix, shall reward or reprove.

    lovely! !
    i like it! !
    (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (7/12/2014 10:07:00 AM)


    looking of thy love, very fine.. (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (7/12/2014 4:29:00 AM)


    I Speak Not, I Trace Not, I Breathe Not Thy Name by George Gordon Byron, a lovely poem but poet clearly say about the lost love or death of lover or beloved..I Speak Not, I Trace Not, I Breathe Not Thy Name because she /he dwell in the heart and a picture already hanged on into the mind nailed...... lovely love poem (Report) Reply

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