George Gordon Noel Byron

Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.

Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.

Hark! to the hurried question of Despair
"Where is my child?"--An echo answers--
"Where?"

Hark! to the hurried question of Despair
"Where is my child?"--An echo answers--
"Where?"

She walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless chimes and starry skies;
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She walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless chimes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

Once more upon the waters! yet once more!
And the waves bound beneath me as a steed
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Once more upon the waters! yet once more!
And the waves bound beneath me as a steed
That knows his rider.

Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.

Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.