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Lord Byron

Lord Byron

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I Read the 'Christabel’;
Very well:
I read the Missionary’;
Pretty - very
I tried at Ilderim ;
Ahem!
I read a sheet of 'Marg’ret of Anjou’;
Can you?
I turn’d a page of Scott’s 'Waterloo’;
Pooh! pooh!
I look’d at Wordsworth’s milk-white
'Rylstone Doe’;
Hillo!
&c. &c. &c.
 
March 1817.

#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury

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