...loveliness in death, But beauty with that fearful bloom, That parts not quite with parting breath; That hue which haunts it to the tomb; Expression's last receding ray, The farewell beam of Feeling past away! A gilded halo hovering round delfay, Spark of that flame, perchance...

...Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite...hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past away ! Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherish'd...

...of active life." — MOORE.!] So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite...hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away ! Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherish'd...

...living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Her's is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with...hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past away. Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherish'd...

...coldly sweet, so deadly fair, Hers is the loveliness in death, We start, for soul is wanting there. That parts not quite with parting breath; But beauty...hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away! Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherish'd...

...living Greece no more ! o So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start — for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite...that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tombExpression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling...

...Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite...that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the toiob, Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling...

...living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Her's is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with...hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling pass'd away — Spark of that flame, perchaucc of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its...

...should be inscribed upon the brow of every dozing Italian sleeping amidst them. And yet, — " Their's is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath." The Spaniard's posture is but a premature epitome of his own grave-stone. He stands — fixed, upright,...

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