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...relaxes into 10 Pity,'with the addition of much " Solemnity as the description draws to a conclusion. 1 He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day...of nothingness, The last of danger and distress,) 2 Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers, And marked the mild angelic...

...freed inheritors of hell; So soft the scene, so form'd for joy, So curst the tyrants that destroy ! He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothinguess, The last of danger and distress (Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines...

...could get his Northern friend to visit him afterwards. CHAPTER III. LADY LYDIA S DEATH. WHO MARIA WAS. "He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first...nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before decay's offensive fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) And mark'd the mild angelic air, The...

...attested by the following passage :— He who has bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death has fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress ;— Ere yet decay's effacing fingers Have swept the line where beauty lingers,— And mark'd the mild...

...attested by the following passage : — He who has bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death has fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress ; — Ere yet decay's effacing fingers Have swept the line where beauty lingers, — And mark'd the...

...quoted, and so highly praised, that it is now merely necessary to draw the reader's attention to it: He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day...there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak The langour of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps...

...tongue In every wound of Caesar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise in mutiny. GREECE. BYRON He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day...fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers, And mark'd the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fix'd, yet tender traits that...

...creeping things shall revel in their spoil, And fit thy clay to fertilize the soil. GREECE. BYRON. He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first...fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) And mark'd the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fix'd yet tender traits that streak...

...death has fled ; E'er decay.s effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers. And mark.d the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that's...placid cheek, And, but for that sad shrouded eye, That weeps not, wins not, fires not, now, And but for that chill changeless brow — ****** Yes, but for...