Elegy – Lord Byron poem reading | Jordan Harling Reads


Oh, snatch’d away in beauty’s bloom! On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;
But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year,
And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream
Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream,
And lingering pause and lightly tread; Fond wretch! as if her step disturb’d the
dead! Away! we know that tears are vain,
That Death nor heeds nor hears distress: Will this unteach us to complain? Or make one mourner weep the less? And thou, who tell’st me to forget,
Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet. Elegy – written by Lord Byron
Narrated by Jordan Harling

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