George Gordon Noel Byron

Hereditary bondsmen! Know ye not
Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?

Hereditary bondsmen! Know ye not
Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?

The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul.

The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul.

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
The hearts bleed longest, and but heal to wear
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What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
The hearts bleed longest, and but heal to wear
That which disfigures it.

Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
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Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell.