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Dorset whose early steps with mine have stray'd	A
Exploring every path of Ida's glade	A
Whom still affection taught me to defend	B
And made me less a tyrant than a friend	B
Though the harsh custom of our youthful band	C
Bade thee obey and gave me to command	C
Thee on whose head a few short years will shower	D
The gift of riches and the pride of power	D
E'en now a name illustrious is thine own	E
Renown'd in rank not far beneath the throne	E
Yet Dorset let not this seduce thy soul	F
To shun fair science or evade controul	F
Though passive tutors fearful to dispraise	G
The titled child whose future breath may raise	G
View ducal errors with indulgent eyes	G
And wink at faults they tremble to chastise	G
When youthful parasites who bend the knee	H
To wealth their golden idol not to thee	H
And even in simple boyhood's opening dawn	I
Some slaves are found to flatter and to fawn	I
When these declare that pomp alone should wait	J
On one by birth predestin'd to be great	J
That books were only meant for drudging fools	G
That gallant spirits scorn the common rules	G
Believe them not they point the path to shame	K
And seek to blast the honours of thy name	K
Turn to the few in Ida's early throng	L
Whose souls disdain not to condemn the wrong	L
Or if amidst the comrades of thy youth	M
None dare to raise the sterner voice of truth	M
Ask thine own heart 'twill bid thee boy forbear	D
For well I know that virtue lingers there	D
	-
Yes I have mark'd thee many a passing day	N
But now new scenes invite me far away	N
Yes I have mark'd within that generous mind	O
A soul if well matur'd to bless mankind	O
Ah though myself by nature haughty wild	P
Whom Indiscretion hail'd her favourite child	P
Though every error stamps me for her own	E
And dooms my fall I fain would fall alone	E
Though my proud heart no precept now can tame	K
I love the virtues which I cannot claim	K
	-
'Tis not enough with other sons of power	D
To gleam the lambent meteor of an hour	D
To swell some peerage page in feeble pride	Q
With long drawn names that grace no page beside	Q
Then share with titled crowds the common lot	R
In life just gaz'd at in the grave forgot	R
While nought divides thee from the vulgar dead	S
Except the dull cold stone that hides thy head	S
The mouldering 'scutcheon or the Herald's roll	F
That well emblazon'd but neglected scroll	F
Where Lords unhonour'd in the tomb may find	O
One spot to leave a worthless name behind	O
There sleep unnotic'd as the gloomy vaults	G
That veil their dust their follies and their faults	G
A race with old armorial lists o'erspread	O
In records destin'd never to be read	O
Fain would I view thee with prophetic eyes	G
Exalted more among the good and wise	G
A glorious and a long career pursue	G
As first in Rank the first in Talent too	G
Spurn every vice each little meanness shun	T
Not Fortune's minion but her noblest son	T
Turn to the annals of a former day	O
Bright are the deeds thine earlier Sires display	O
One though a courtier lived a man of worth	U
And call'd proud boast the British drama forth	V
Another view not less renown'd for Wit	O
Alike for courts and camps or senates fit	O
Bold in the field and favour'd by the Nine	W
In every splendid part ordain'd to shine	W
Far far distinguished from the glittering throng	L
The pride of Princes and the boast of Song	L
Such were thy Fathers thus preserve their name	K
Not heir to titles only but to Fame	K
The hour draws nigh a few brief days will close	G
To me this little scene of joys and woes	G
Each knell of Time now warns me to resign	W
Shades where Hope Peace and Friendship all were mine	W
Hope that could vary like the rainbow's hue	G
And gild their pinions as the moments flew	G
Peace that reflection never frown'd away	O
By dreams of ill to cloud some future day	O
Friendship whose truth let Childhood only tell	F
Alas they love not long who love so well	F
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To these adieu nor let me linger o'er	D
Scenes hail'd as exiles hail their native shore	D
Receding slowly through the dark blue deep	X
Beheld by eyes that mourn yet cannot weep	X
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Dorset farewell I will not ask one part	O
Of sad remembrance in so young a heart	O
The coming morrow from thy youthful mind	O
Will sweep my name nor leave a trace behind	O
And yet perhaps in some maturer year	D
Since chance has thrown us in the self same sphere	D
Since the same senate nay the same debate	O
May one day claim our suffrage for the state	O
We hence may meet and pass each other by	Y
With faint regard or cold and distant eye	Y
For me in future neither friend nor foe	Z
A stranger to thyself thy weal or woe	Z
With thee no more again I hope to trace	G
The recollection of our early race	G
No more as once in social hours rejoice	G
Or hear unless in crowds thy well known voice	G
Still if the wishes of a heart untaught	O
To veil those feelings which perchance it ought	O
If these but let me cease the lengthen'd strain	A2
Oh if these wishes are not breath'd in vain	A2
The Guardian Seraph who directs thy fate	O
Will leave thee glorious as he found thee great	O

George Gordon Byron

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