Years steal
Fire from the mind as vigor from the limb;
And life’s enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824) English poet
Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto 3, st. 8 (1816)
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Years steal
Fire from the mind as vigor from the limb;
And life’s enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824) English poet
Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto 3, st. 8 (1816)
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