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Fragment. Written Shortly After The Marriage Of Miss Chaworth. [1]
by George Gordon ByronFirst published in Moore's 'Letters and Journals of Lord Byron', 1830, i. 56
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Hills of Annesley, Bleak and Barren,
Where my thoughtless Childhood stray'd,
How the northern Tempests, warring,
Howl above thy tufted Shade!
2.
Now no more, the Hours beguiling,
Former favourite Haunts I see;
Now no more my Mary smiling,
Makes ye seem a Heaven to Me.