When, to their airy hall, my father's voice
Shall call my spirit, joyful in their choice;
When, poised upon the gale, my form shall ride,
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Please remove all the grades given by illiterates... Who don't know who Byron was Still after death Can we assess him by grades... Oh men...Can't escape from men's hand Even after covering his body with sand...!
Personally one of my favorites! ! It it maintains a low but, well rounded bit of imagery, yet innate hope and vision by the late Lord Byron