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Byron how sweetly sad thy melody Attuning

Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody!
Attuning still the soul to tenderness
As if soft Pity with unusual stress
Had touch'd her plaintive lute and thou being by
Hadst caught the tones nor suffer'd them to die.
O'ershadowing sorrow doth not make thee less
Delightful thou thy griefs dost dress
With a bright halo shining beamily
As when a cloud the golden moon doth veil
Its sides are ting'd with a resplendent glow
Through the dark robe oft amber rays prevail
And like fair veins in sable marble flow
Still warble dying swan! still tell the tale
The enchanting tale the tale of pleasing woe..

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