George Gordon Byron

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

My Epitaph - Poem by George Gordon Byron

Youth, Nature, and relenting Jove,
To keep my Lamp in strongly strove;
But Romanelli was so stout,
He beat all three, and blew it out.

Oct. 1810.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 24, 2010



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