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Euthanasia (1811) / Lord Byron (1788-1824)When Time, or soon or late, shall bringThe dreamless sleep that lulls the dead ,Oblivion! may thy languid wingWave gently o'er my dying bed ! No band of friends or heirs be there ,To weep, or wish, the coming blow :No maiden, with dishevelled hair ,To feel, or feign, decorous woe . ut silent let me sin! to earth ,With no o"cious mourners near :# would not mar one hour of mirth ,Nor startle friendship with a tear . $et %ove, if %ove in such an hour&ould nobly chec! its useless sighs ,'ight then e(ert its latest power#n her who lives, and him who dies .' Twere sweet, my )syche! to the lastThy features still serene to see :*orgetful of its struggles past ,+'en )ain itself should smile on thee . ut vain the wish, for eauty stillWill shrin!, as shrin!s the ebbing breath -.nd women's tears, produced at will ,/eceive in life, unman in death . Then lonely be my latest hour ,Without regret, without a groan -*or thousands /eath hath ceas'd to lower ,.nd pain been transient or un!nown . 0 .y, but to die, and go0, alas !Where all have gone, and all must go !To be the nothing that # was+re born to life and living woe ! &ount o'er the 1oys thine hours have seen ,&ount o'er thy days from anguish free ,.nd !now, whatever thou hast been ,' Tis something better not to be .