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The World's Best Poetry, Volume 6 (Part 2): Fancy and Sentiment

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Lord Byron
Lord Byron

Lord Byron, born on January 22, 1788, and died on April 19, 1824, was a prominent English Romantic poet. His poetry is characterized by its strong personality and passion, and has had a profound impact on literature. more

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