Beppo 63
    
LXIII.

To turn, - and return; - the devil take it!
This story slips for ever through my fingers,
Because, just as the stanza likes to make it,
It needs must be, and so it rather lingers:
This form of verse began, I can't well break it,
But must keep time and tune like public singers;
But if I once get through my present measure,
I'll take another when I'm at leisure.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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