George Gordon Noel Byron

Hope, withering, fled--and Mercy sighed farewell.

Hope, withering, fled--and Mercy sighed farewell.

I can't but say it is an awkward sight
To see one's native land receding through
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I can't but say it is an awkward sight
To see one's native land receding through
The growing waters; it unmans one quite,
Especially when life is rather new.

Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure;
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure;
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
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Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things that still remain,
Than thus remember thee.

While Washington's a watchword, such as ne'er
Shall sink while there's an echo left to air.

While Washington's a watchword, such as ne'er
Shall sink while there's an echo left to air.