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<p>While well thou outrage her – cold hearted Byron<lb/>
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Laugh at her sorrows – &amp; <del>tarnish her</del> <add>wound her fair</add> fame<lb/>
 
Plunge in her bosom thy dagger of iron<lb/>
 
Trample her glories down <del>tarnish</del> <add><del>blacken</del> tarnish</add> her name</p>
 
<p>Hate if thou will!  So malignant a hater<lb/>
Well might be borne with – to show what a fire<lb/>
Burns in the womb of that fury-fed crater<lb/>
Deadly &amp; dark – as a Volcan's fierce ire.</p>
<p>Why dost thou use the proud Speech of thy fathers?<lb/>
Why dost thou feel for lost liberty's throes –<lb/>
Sure the vile hand which the <unclear>aconite</unclear> gathers<lb/>
Never should venture to <unclear>cull</unclear>  the bright rose.</p>
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While well thou outrage her – cold hearted Byron
Laugh at her sorrows – & tarnish her wound her fair fame
Plunge in her bosom thy dagger of iron
Trample her glories down tarnish blacken tarnish her name

Hate if thou will! So malignant a hater
Well might be borne with – to show what a fire
Burns in the womb of that fury-fed crater
Deadly & dark – as a Volcan's fierce ire.

Why dost thou use the proud Speech of thy fathers?
Why dost thou feel for lost liberty's throes –
Sure the vile hand which the aconite gathers
Never should venture to cull the bright rose.


Identifier: | JB/110/196/002"JB/" can not be assigned to a declared number type with value 110.

Date_1

Marginal Summary Numbering

Box

110

Main Headings

Folio number

196

Info in main headings field

Image

002

Titles

Category

collectanea

Number of Pages

3

Recto/Verso

recto

Page Numbering

Penner

sir john bowring

Watermarks

Marginals

Paper Producer

Corrections

Paper Produced in Year

Notes public

ID Number

36186

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