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Lord Byron

Lord Byron

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Beneath Blessington’s eyes
The reclaimed Paradise
Should be free as the former from evil;
But if the new Eve
For an Apple should grieve,
What mortal would not play the Devil.

#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury

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