George Gordon Byron quotes on poem

  But first, on earth as vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent, Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race. There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life, Yet loathe the banquet which perforceMust feed thy livid living corse. Thy victims ere they yet expireShall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.  
George Gordon Byron

Quotes by author George Gordon Byron

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