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Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?
Lord Byron
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Lord Byron
Age: 36 †
Born: 1788
Born: January 22
Died: 1824
Died: April 19
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Tis pleasant purchasing our fellow-creatures And all are to be sold, if you consider Their passions, and are dext'rous some by features Are brought up, others by a warlike leader Some by a place--as tend their years or natures The most by ready cash--but all have prices, From crowns to kicks, according to their vices.
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Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave.
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The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space.
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