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STANZAS WRITTEN ON THE ROAD BETWEEN FLORENCE AND PISA, by                 Poet's Biography
First Line: Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story
Last Line: I knew it was love and I felt it was glory.
Alternate Author Name(s): Byron, Lord; Byron, 6th Baron
Variant Title(s): All For Love
Subject(s): Fame; Love; Youth; Reputation


OH, talk not to me of a name great in story;
The days of our youth are the days of our glory,
And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty
Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.
What are garlands and crowns to the brow that is wrinkled?
'T is but as a dead flower with May-dew be-sprinkled.
Then away with all such from the head that is hoary!
What care I for the wreaths that can only give glory?
O Fame! if I e'er took delight in thy praises,
'T was less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases
Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover
She thought that I, was not unworthy to love her.
There chiefly I sought thee, there only I found thee;
Her glance was the best of the rays that surround thee;
When it sparkled o'er aught that was bright in my story,
I knew it was love and I felt it was glory.




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