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And wilt Thou weep when I am low? George Gordon Byron

And wilt Thou weep when I am low?

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And thou art dead, as young and fair George Gordon Byron

And thou art dead, as young and fair

George Gordon Byron
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Euthanasia George Gordon Byron

Euthanasia

George Gordon Byron
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Ich Dien George Gordon Byron

Ich Dien

George Gordon Byron
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The Age of Bronze George Gordon Byron

The Age of Bronze

George Gordon Byron
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To a Lady who Presented to the Author a Lock of Hair Braided with his own, and appointed a Night in December to meet him in the Garden George Gordon Byron

To a Lady who Presented to the Author a Lock of Hair Braided with his own, and appointed a Night in December to meet him in the Garden

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Granta. A Medley George Gordon Byron

Granta. A Medley

George Gordon Byron
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Impromptu George Gordon Byron

Impromptu

George Gordon Byron
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Imitation of Tibullus George Gordon Byron

Imitation of Tibullus

George Gordon Byron
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Thou art not false, but thou art fickle George Gordon Byron

Thou art not false, but thou art fickle

George Gordon Byron
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Thoughts Suggested by a College Examination George Gordon Byron

Thoughts Suggested by a College Examination

George Gordon Byron
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There was a Time, I need not name George Gordon Byron

There was a Time, I need not name

George Gordon Byron
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Impromptu, in Reply to a Friend George Gordon Byron

Impromptu, in Reply to a Friend

George Gordon Byron
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Inscription on the Monument of a Newfoundland Dog George Gordon Byron

Inscription on the Monument of a Newfoundland Dog

George Gordon Byron
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In the valley of waters George Gordon Byron

In the valley of waters

George Gordon Byron
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The Tear George Gordon Byron

The Tear

George Gordon Byron
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Thy Days are done George Gordon Byron

Thy Days are done

George Gordon Byron
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To a Beautiful Quaker George Gordon Byron

To a Beautiful Quaker

George Gordon Byron
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I would I were a Careless Child George Gordon Byron

I would I were a Careless Child

George Gordon Byron
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I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name George Gordon Byron

I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name

George Gordon Byron
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