George Gordon Byron

(22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824 / London, England)

All Is Vanity, Saieth the Preacher


I.
Fame, wisdom, love, and power were mine,
And health and youth possess'd me;
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  • Sylva Portoian (6/4/2012 4:50:00 AM)

    You My dear Byron,
    You said:
    (Fame, wisdom, love, and power were mine,
    And health and youth possess'd me ;)

    I say, all are still yours
    No one can dare to lance
    The elegant legs of a horse...!

    You are still here with your voice
    With your cheerful stanzas
    With your poetic glamourous shadows...

    You died as a martyr
    But without horse
    Leaving your lexicons
    To chant forever...! (Report) Reply

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