Πρελούδιο για την κακοποίηση ενός ονόματος

When, to their airy hall, my fathers' voice,
Shall call my spirit, joyful in their choice,
When, pois'd upon the gal, my form shall ride,
Or, dark in mist, descent the mountain's side,
Oh!may my shade behold no sculptur'd urns,
To mark the spot, where earth to earth returns,
No lengthen'd scroll, no praise encumber'd stone,
My epitaph shall be, my name alone,
If that with honour fail to crown my clay,
Oh!may no other fame my deeds repay,
That, only that, shall single out the spot,
By that remember'd, or with that forgot

Lord Byron

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