Don Juan 04-099
Canto the Fourth
 
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As boys love rows, my boyhood liked a squabble;
 But at this hour I wish to part in peace,
Leaving such to the literary rabble:
 Whether my verse's fame be doom'd to cease
While the right hand which wrote it still is able,
 Or of some centuries to take a lease,
The grass upon my grave will grow as long,
And sigh to midnight winds, but not to song.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) 
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