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Lord Byron (1788–1824).  Poetry of Byron.  1881.
I. Personal, Lyric, and Elegiac
“Oh! Snatch’d Away”
OH! snatch’d away in beauty’s bloom,
On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;
  But on thy turf shall roses rear
  Their leaves, the earliest of the year;
And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom:        5
And oft by yon blue gushing stream
  Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head,
And feed deep thought with many a dream,
  And lingering pause and lightly tread;
  Fond wretch! as if her step disturb’d the dead.        10
Away! we know that tears are vain,
  That death nor heeds nor hears distress:
Will this unteach us to complain?
  Or make one mourner weep the less?
And thou—who tell’st me to forget,        15
Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.

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