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I Speak Not
Lord George Gordon Byron(1788 – 1824) 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...
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A sketch
A Sketch Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred, Promoted thence to deck her mistress’ head; Next for some gracious service unexpress’d, And from its wages only to be guess’d Raised from the...
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So We’ll Go No More a-Roving
So We’ll Go No More a-Roving So we’ll go no more a-roving So late into the night,Though the heart still be as loving,And the moon still be as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath,And the soul...
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The Dream
The Dream I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their...
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Don Juan: Canto the First
Don Juan: Canto the First I I want a hero: an uncommon want, When every year and month sends forth a new one, Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant, The age discovers he is not the true one; Of...
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