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[TO DIVES.[7] A FRAGMENT.]

Unhappy Dives! in an evil hour

Unhappy

'Gainst Nature's voice seduced to deeds accurst!

Once Fortune's minion now thou feel'st her power;

Wrath's vial on thy lofty head hath burst.

In Wit, in Genius, as in Wealth the first,

How wondrous bright thy blooming morn arose!

But thou wert smitten with th' unhallowed thirst

Of Crime unnamed, and thy sad noon must close

In scorn and solitude unsought the worst of woes.

                                                        1809. [First published, Lord Byron's Works, 1833, xvii. 241.] 

FOOTNOTES:

[7] [Dives was William Beckford. See Childe Harold, Canto I. stanza xxii. line 6, Poetical Works, 1899, ii. 37, note 1.]

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FAREWELL PETITION TO R. C. H., ESQRE.

RE

O thou yclep'd by vulgar sons of Men

O thou

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