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George Gordon Byron - Oh! snatched away in beauty`s bloom
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Oh! snatched 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:

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 disturbed the dead!

Away I 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, 
Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.
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