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 … Lord Byron

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 … Lord Byron

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