Lord Byron. Chide Harold’s 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 mix’d with pangs [to Love’s even loveliest/ hours] decreed” = pangs decreed to
Love’s even loveliest hours

“But bid me with my wreath one matchless lily/ blend”

“My days once number’d, should this homage/ past”

CANTO THE FIRST

(III) “Nor all that heralds rake from coffin’d clay”