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Lord Byron

Lord Byron

Imitation of Tibullus

‘Sulpicia ad Cerinthum.’—Lib. iv.
 
Cruel Cerinthus! does the fell disease
Which racks my breast your fickle bosom please?
Alas! I wish’d but to o’ercome the pain,
That I might live for love and you again;
But now I scarcely shall bewail my fate:
By death alone I can avoid your hate

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