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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 nor far beneath the throne	E
Yet Dorset let not this seduce thy soul	F
To shun fair science or evade control	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 predestined to be great	J
That books were only meant for drudging fools	G
That gallant spirits scorn the common rules '	K
Believe them not they point the path to shame	L
And seek to blast the honours of thy name	L
Turn to the few in Ida's early throng	M
Whose souls disdain not to condemn the wrong	M
Or if amidst the comrades of thy youth	N
None dare to raise the sterner voice of truth	N
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	O
But now new scenes invite me far away	O
Yes I have mark'd within that generous mind	P
A soul if well matured to bless mankind	P
Ah though myself by nature haughty wild	Q
Whom Indiscretion hail'd her favourite child	Q
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	L
I love the virtues which I cannot claim	L
'Tis not enough with other sons of power	D
To gleam tile lambent meteor of an hour	D
To swell some peerage page in feeble pride	R
With long drawn names that grace no page beside	R
Then share with titled crowds the common lot	S
In life just gazed at in the grave forgot	S
While nought divides thee from the vulgar dead	T
Except the dull cold stone that hides thy head	T
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	P
One spot to leave a worthless name behind	P
There sleep unnoticed as the gloomy vaults	G
That veil their dust their follies and their faults	G
A race with old armorial lists o'erspread	P
In records destined never to be read	P
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	U
Not Fortune's minion but her noblest son	U
Turn to the annals of a former day	P
Bright are the deeds thine earlier sires play	P
One though a Courtier lived a man of worth	V
And call'd proud boast the British drama forth	W
Another view not less renown'd for wit	P
Alike for Courts and camps or senates fit	P
Bold in the field and favour'd by the Nine	X
In every splendid part ordain'd to shine	X
Far far distingish'd ish'd from the glittering throng	M
The pride of princes and the boast of song	M
Such were thy fathers thus preserve their name	L
Not heir to titles only but to fame	L
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	X
Shades where Hope Peace and Friendship all were mine	X
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	P
By dreams of ill to cloud some future day	P
Friendship whose truth let childhood only tell	Y
Alas they love not long who love so well	Y
To these adieu nor let me linger o'er	D
Scenes hail'd as exiles hall their native shore	D
Receding slowly through the dark blue deep	Z
Beheld by eyes that mourn yet cannot weep	Z
Dorset farewell I will not ask one part	P
Of sad remembrance in so young a heart	P
The coming morrow from thy youthful mind	P
Will sweep my name nor leave a trace behind	P
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	P
May one day claim our suffrage for the state	P
We hence may meet and pass each other by	A2
With faint regard or cold and distant eye	A2
For me in future neither friend nor foe	B2
A stranger to thyself thy weal or woe	B2
With thee non more saain 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	P
To veil those feelings which perchance it ought	P
If these but let me cease the lengthen'd strain	C2
Oh if these wishes arc not breathed in vain	C2
The guardian seraph who directs thy fate	P
Will leave thee glorious as he found thee great	P

George Gordon Byron

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