LAST WORDS ON GREECE

By
Lord Byron
( First published in February, 1887 )

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What are to me those honours or renown

Past or to come, a new-born people's cry?

Albeit for such I could despise a crown

Of aught save laurel, or for such could die.

I am a fool of passion, and a frown

Of thine to me is an adder's eye

To the poor bird whose pinion fluttering down

Wafts unto death the breast it bore so high:

Such is this maddening fascination grown,

So strong thy magic or so weak am I.
 

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