The works of Lord Byron A new, revised and enlarged edition, with illustrations. Edited by Ernest Hartley Coleridge and R. E. Prothero |
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THE CORNELIAN.
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No specious splendour of this stoneEndears it to my memory ever;
With lustre only once it shone,
And blushes modest as the giver.
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Some, who can sneer at friendship's ties,Have, for my weakness, oft reprov'd me;
Yet still the simple gift I prize,
For I am sure, the giver lov'd me.
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He offer'd it with downcast look,As fearful that I might refuse it;
I told him, when the gift I took,
My only fear should be, to lose it.
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This pledge attentively I view'd,And sparkling as I held it near,
Methought one drop the stone bedew'd,
And, ever since, I've lov'd a tear.
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Still, to adorn his humble youth,Nor wealth nor birth their treasures yield;
But he, who seeks the flowers of truth,
Must quit the garden, for the field.
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'Tis not the plant uprear'd in sloth,Which beauty shews, and sheds perfume;
The flowers, which yield the most of both,
In Nature's wild luxuriance bloom.
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Had Fortune aided Nature's care,For once forgetting to be blind,
His would have been an ample share,
If well proportioned to his mind.
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But had the Goddess clearly seen,His form had fix'd her fickle breast;
Her countless hoards would his have been,
And none remain'd to give the rest.
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