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LORD BYRON'S ROOM.

AH! who shall say what bitter thoughts were his Within this chamber, or how oft its walls

Have echoed back the sighs that heav'd his breast

An exile from his land, and that fair child

He yearn'd to see? How, by injustice wrung,

His heart, that kindness could so swiftly move,

Encased itself in coldness, or in scorn,

To meet detraction, envy, jealousy,

With pride that hurl'd defiance on his foes,

But left him in his solitude, alive

To fond regrets, and tender sympathies,

With all that's noblest in the human breast,
Which calumny and wrong could ne'er destroy,
Nor fame, with all its triumphs, e'er console.

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