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15368	Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron	Fugitive Pieces			.txt	text/plain	10747	1210	92	November, Byron presenting the first copy to the Reverend J.T. Becher, As these POEMS are never intended to meet the public eye, no apology But in my _heart_ thou keep'st thy seat; On _thy dear_ breast I'll lay my head, Think'st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes, Though deep the grief, _thy_ tears exprest, When love, and hope, lay _both_ o'erthrown, _Thy_ gushing tears had quench'd its flame, Nor let thy mind past joys review, What fruitless tears have wash'd thy honour'd bier; To me, far dearer, was thy artless love, From my eye flows no tear, from my lips fall no curses, Let us pass round the cup of love's bliss in full measure, Thy form appears through night, through day, Many will throng to sigh like me, love, Whilst the soul telling eye But thy spire was scarce seen through a _tear_. And hurtling[13] o'er thy lovely head,	./cache/15368.txt	./txt/15368.txt