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Adrian's Address To His Soul When Dying.
By George Gordon Byron
Animula! vagula, Blandula,
Hospes, comesque corporis,
Quĉ nunc abibis in Loca -
Pallidula, rigida, nudula,
Nec, ut soles, dabis Jocos?
Translation. -
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.
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