Poem by George Gordon Byron

My Epitaph

Youth, Nature, and relenting Jove,
To keep my Lamp in strongly strove;
But Romanelli was so stout,
He beat all three, and blew it out.

1. The Spell Is Broke, the Charm Is Flown!
2. To Florence
3. Churchill’s Grave
4. On a Change of Masters at a Great Public School
5. To the Earl of Clare

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