Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves,
Over the unreturning brave.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, Stanza 27
Over the unreturning brave.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, Stanza 27
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-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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