Adrian's Address To His Soul When Dying Poem by George Gordon Byron

Adrian's Address To His Soul When Dying

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Ah! gentle, fleeting, wav'ring sprite,
Friend and associate of this clay!
To what unknown region borne,
Wilt thou now wing thy distant flight?
No more with wonted humour gay,
But pallid, cheerless, and forlorn.

[Animula! vagula, blandula,
Hospes comesque corporis,
Quæ nunc abibis in loca--
Pallidula, rigida, nudula,
Nec, ut soles, dabis jocos?]

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Loyd Taylor 07 October 2020

Hi George, I enjoyed your poem and congratulations on it being chosen as poem of the day!

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