Don Juan 03-109
Canto the Third

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When Nero perish'd by the justest doom
     Which ever the destroyer yet destroy'd,
Amidst the roar of liberated Rome,
     Of nations freed, and the world overjoy'd,
Some hands unseen strew'd flowers upon his tomb:
     Perhaps the weakness of a heart not void
Of feeling for some kindness done, when power
Had left the wretch an uncorrupted hour.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) 
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