Poetry & Verse
Last Words on Greece
By George Gordon, Lord ByronSource: George Gordon, Lord Byron - PoetryDB (Public Domain)Short84 words
WHAT are to me those honours or renown Past or to come, a new-born people's cry? Albeit for such I could despise a crown Of...
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WHAT are to me those honours or renown Past or to come, a new-born people's cry? Albeit for such I could despise a crown Of aught save laurel, or for such could die. I am a fool of passion, and a frown Of thine to me is as an adder's eye. To the poor bird whose pinion fluttering down Wafts unto death the breast it bore so high; Such is this maddening fascination grown, So strong thy magic or so weak am I.
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