Oh! Snatch’d Away
In Beauty’s Bloom

by George Gordon, Lord Byron

(From Hebrew Melodies - 1815)


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  1.   Oh! snatch’d away in beauty’s bloom,
  2.   On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;
  3.      But on thy turf shall roses rear
  4.      Their leaves, the earliest of the year;
  5.   And the wild cypress wave in tender
  6.         gloom:

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  7.   And oft by yon blue gushing stream
  8.      Shall sorrow lean her drooping head,
  9.   And feed deep thought with many a dream,
  10.      And lingering pause and lightly tread;
  11.      Fond wretch! as if her step disturbed the
  12.         dead!

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  13.   Away! we know that tears are vain,
  14.      That death nor heeds nor hears distress:
  15.   Will this unteach us to complain?
  16.      Or make one mourner weep the less?
  17.   And thou—who tell’st me to forget,
  18.   Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.

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