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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“My charges upon record will outlast
The brass of both his epitaph and tomb.”
“Repent'st thou not,” said Michael, “of some past
Exaggeration? something which may doom
Thyself if false, as him if true? Thou wast
Too bitter—is it not so?—in thy gloom
Of passion?”—“Passion!” cried the phantom dim,
“I loved my country, and I hated him.
The brass of both his epitaph and tomb.”
“Repent'st thou not,” said Michael, “of some past
Exaggeration? something which may doom
Thyself if false, as him if true? Thou wast
Too bitter—is it not so?—in thy gloom
Of passion?”—“Passion!” cried the phantom dim,
“I loved my country, and I hated him.
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