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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
Lord Byron
CLXIX. All for Love
O TALK not to me of a name great in story; 
The days of our youth are the days of our glory; 
And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty 
Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty. 
What are garlands and crowns to the brow that is wrinkled?         5
'Tis but as a dead flower with May-dew besprinkled: 
Then away with all such from the head that is hoary— 
What care I for the wreaths that can only give glory? 
O Fame! if I e'er took delight in thy praises, 
'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases,  10
Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover 
She thought that I was not unworthy to love her. 
There chiefly I sought thee, there only I found thee; 
Her glance was the best of the rays that surround thee; 
When it sparkled o'er aught that was bright in my story,  15
I knew it was love, and I felt it was glory. 

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