George Gordon Byron - Answer To A Beautiful Poem, Entitled `The Common Lot`George Gordon Byron - Answer To A Beautiful Poem, Entitled `The Common Lot`
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MONTGOMERY! true, the common lot
Of mortals lies in Lethe`s wave;
Yet some shall never be forgot,
Some shall exist beyond the grave.
`Unknown the region of his birth,`
The hero rolls the tide of war;
Yet not unknown his martial worth,
Which glares a meteor from afar.
His joy or grief; his weal or woe,
Perchance may `scape the page of fame;
Yet nations now unborn will know
The record of his deathless name.
The patriot`s and the poet`s frame
Must share the common tomb of all:
Their glory will not sleep the same;
That will arise, though empires fail.
The lustre of a beauty`s eye
Assumes the ghastly stare of death;
The fair, the brave, the good must die,
And sink the yawning grave beneath
Once more the speaking eye revive,
Still beaming through the lover`s strain;
For Petrarch`s Laura still survives:
She died, but ne`er will die again.
The rolling seasons pass away,
And Time, untiring, waves his wing;
Whilst honour`s laurel ne`er decay,
But bloom in fresh, unfading spring.
All, all must sleep in grim repose,
Collected in the silent tomb;
The old and young, with friends and foes,
Fest`ring alike in shrouds, consume.
The mouldering marble lasts its day,
Yet falls at length an useless fane;
To ruin`s ruthless fangs a prey,
The wrecks of pillar`d pride remain.
What, though the sculpture he destroy`d,
From dark oblivion meant to ward;
A bright renown shall he enjoy`d
By those whose virtues claim reward
Then do not say the common lot
Of all lies deep in Lethe`s wave;
Some few who ne`er will be forgot
Shall burst the bondage of the grave.
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