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SONNET TO LORD BYRON
Byron! 'tis thine alone on Eagle's pinionsIn solitary strength and grandeur soaring
To dazzle and delight all eyes out-pouring
The electric blaze on tyrants and their minions:
Earth, Sea and Air, and Powers, and Dominions,
Nature—Man—Time—the Universe exploring
And from the wreck of Worlds, Thrones, Creeds, Opinions,
Thought, beauty, eloquence, and wisdom storing.
O! how I love, and envy thee thy glory!
To every age and clime alike belonging,
Linked by all tongues, with every nation's story,
Thou Tacitus of song!—whose echoes thronging
O'er the Atlantic, fill the mountains hoary
And forests, with the name my verse is wronging!
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