Poem by George Gordon Byron

On My Thirty-third Birthday, January 22, 1821

Through life's dull road, so dim and dirty,
I have dragg'd to three-and-thirty.
What have these years left to me?
Nothing--except thirty-three. 

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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