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Lord Byron

Lord Byron

On my Wedding

Here’s a happy new year! but with reason
I beg you’ll permit me to say
Wish me many returns of the season,
But as few as you please of the dy.
 
 
January 2, 1820.

#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury

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