17. Oh! Snatched Away in Beauty's Bloom by LORD BYRON.

 

LORD BYRON.

17. Oh! Snatched Away in Beauty's Bloom.

I.

Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom,On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;But on thy turf shall roses rearTheir leaves, the earliest of the year;And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom:

II.

And oft by yon blue gushing streamShall 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!

III.

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,Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.

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George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron, FRS known simply as Lord Byron, was an English peer, who was a poet and politician. He was one of the leading figures of the Romantic movement and is regarded as one of the greatest English poets. He remains widely read and influential.

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