Thy Days are Done

Thy Days are Done by Lord Byron

The poem is a lamentation of the passing of life and youth. It describes how time relentlessly moves forward, leaving behind memories of joy and beauty. The speaker reflects on the fleeting nature of human existence, where days are lost forever, and moments of happiness are irretrievable. The poem conveys a sense of melancholy and nostalgia for what has been lost.

By Lord Byron · First published 1817 · Genre: Poetry, Elegy, Romanticism · 180 words

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I Thy days are done, thy fame begun; Thy country's strains record The triumphs of her chosen Son, The slaughters of his sword! The deeds he did, the fields he won, The freedom he restored!

II Though thou art fall'n, while we are free Thou shall not taste of death! The generous blood that flowed from thee Disdained to sink beneath: Within our veins its currents be, Thy spirit on our breath!

III Thy name, our charging hosts along, Shall be the battle-word! Thy fall, the theme of choral song From virgin voices poured! To weep would do thy glory wrong: Thou shalt not be deplored.

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Poem · Elegy · Mourning · Loss · Grief · Death · Farewell · Goodbye · Separation · Longing · Nostalgia · Melancholy

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