George Gordon Lord Byron (22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824 / London, England)
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Adrian's Address To His Soul When Dying
Ah! gentle, fleeting, wav'ring sprite,
Friend and associate of this clay!
To what unknown region borne,
Wilt thou now wing thy distant flight?
No more with wonted humour gay,
But pallid, cheerless, and forlorn.
[Animula! vagula, blandula,
Hospes comesque corporis,
Quæ nunc abibis in loca--
Pallidula, rigida, nudula,
Nec, ut soles, dabis jocos?]
George Gordon Lord Byron
Submitted: Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Poems by George Gordon Lord Byron : 8 / 296
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