Fragment: To Byron
O mighty mind, in whose deep stream this ageShakes like a reed in the unheeding storm,Why dost thou curb not thine own sacred rage?
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O mighty mind, in whose deep stream this ageShakes like a reed in the unheeding storm,Why dost thou curb not thine own sacred rage?
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