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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
Lord Byron
  OH, snatch'd 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 cypress wave in tender gloom:         5
  And oft by yon blue gushing stream 
  Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, 
  And feed deep thought with many a dream, 
  And lingering pause and lightly tread; 
Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!  10
  Away! we know that tears are vain, 
  That Death nor heeds nor hears distress: 
  Will this unteach us to complain? 
  Or make one mourner weep the less? 
  And thou, who tell'st me to forget,  15
Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet. 

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