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ReadingWillow structured literacy program for Australian students

To D--

Lord Byron·1788–1824
Lines:12Movement:Romanticism
In thee, I fondly hop'd to clasp A friend, whom death alone could sever;Till envy, with malignant grasp, Detach'd thee from my breast for ever. True, she has forc'd thee from my _breast_, Yet, in my _heart_, thou keep'st thy seat;There, there, thine image still must rest, Until that heart shall cease to beat. And, when the grave restores her dead, When life again to dust is given,On _thy dear_ breast I'll lay my head-- Without _thee! where_ would be _my Heaven?_