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Lord Byron

Lord Byron

My Epitaph

Youth, Nature, and relenting Jove,
To keep my Lamp in strongly strove;
But Romanelli was so stout,
He beat all three, and blew it out.
 
Oct. 1810.

#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury

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