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[TO GEORGE ANSON BYRON (?)]
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And, dost thou ask the reason of my sadness?Well, I will tell it thee, unfeeling boy!
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'T was thy tongue's venom poisoned all my joy.
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The sadness which thou seest is not sorrow;My wounds are far too deep for simple grief;
The heart thus withered, seeks in vain to borrow
From calm reflection, comfort or relief.
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The arrow's flown, and dearly shalt thou rue it;No mortal hand can rid me of my pain:
My heart is pierced, but thou canst not subdue it—
Revenge is left, and is not left in vain.
? 1816.
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