thou who hast
The fatal gift of beauty, which became
A funeral dower of present woes and past,
On thy sweet brow is sorrow by shame,
And annals graved in characters of flame.
The fatal gift of beauty, which became
A funeral dower of present woes and past,
On thy sweet brow is sorrow by shame,
And annals graved in characters of flame.
Byron - Childe Harold's Pilgrimage
