The Cornelian
by George Gordon, Lord Byron

(composed: October 1806)
(From Hours of Idleness - 1807)


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  1.   No specious splendour of this stone
  2.      Endears it to my memory ever;
  3.   With lustre only once it shone,
  4.      And blushes modest as the giver.

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  5.   Some, who can sneer at friendship’s ties,
  6.      Have, for my weakness, oft reprov’d me;
  7.   Yet still the simple gift I prize,—
  8.      For I am sure the giver lov’d me.

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  9.   He offer’d it with downcast look,
  10.      As fearful that I might refuse it;
  11.   I told him when the gift I took,
  12.      My only fear should be to lose it.

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  13.   This pledge attentively I view’d,
  14.      And sparkling as I held it near,
  15.   Methought one drop the stone bedew’d,
  16.      And ever since I’ve lovd a tear.

    5
  17.   Still, to adorn his humble youth,
  18.      Nor wealth nor birth their treasures yield;
  19.   But he who seeks the flowers of truth,
  20.      Must quit the garden for the field.

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  21.   ’Tis not the plant uprear’d in sloth,
  22.      Which beauty shows, and sheds perfume;
  23.   The flowers which yield the most of both
  24.      In Nature’s wild luxuriance bloom.

    7
  25.   Had Fortune aided Nature’s care,
  26.      For once forgetting to be blind,
  27.   His would have been an ample share,
  28.      If well proportion’d to his mind.

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  29.   But had the Goddess clearly seen,
  30.      His form had fix’d her fickle breast;
  31.   Her countless hoards would his have been,
  32.      And none remain’d to give the rest.

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