Lord Byron on Change

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β€œI am not now That which I have been.”
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β€œA change came o'er the spirit of my dream.”
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β€œShrine of the mighty! can it be, That this is all remains of thee?”
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β€œAnd one by one in turn, some grand mistake Casts off its bright skin yearly like the snake.”
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β€œFull from the fount of Joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.”
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β€œHow chang'd since last her speaking eye Glanc'd gladness round the glitt'ring room, Where high-born men were proud to waitβ€” Where Beauty watched to imitate.”
Lord Byron