George Gordon Byron

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

The Spell Is Broke, The Charm Is Flown! - Poem by George Gordon Byron

The spell is broke; the charm is flown!
Thus is it with life's fitful fever:
We madly smile when we should groan:
Delirium is our best deceiver.

Each lucid interval of thought
Recalls the woes of Nature's charter;
And he that acts as wise men ought,
But lives, as saints have died, a martyr.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 25, 2010



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