 Tis 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 with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the...  Lord Byron's Works - Page 194by George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821Full view - About this book
 | William Thomas Stead - Europe - 1908 - 762 pages
...no languor on the placid cheek nor " cold destruction " on " the changeless brow." There was all " the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath " ; but in place of the " gilded halo hovering round decay," we saw with wonder and with awe the presence of... | |
 | William Murison - English language - 1910 - 416 pages
...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 passed away! BYRON, The Giaour. 6. Like as a ship that through the ocean wide By conduct of some star... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1911 - 252 pages
...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...fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb, ao Expression's last receding ray, A gilded Halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling... | |
 | Geographical Society of Philadelphia - Geography - 1915 - 264 pages
...start, for soul is wanting there. Her's is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with panting breath — But beauty with that fearful bloom. That...hovering round decay The farewell beam of Feeling past away ! " . THE ARTISTIC GROUPING OF GREEK MOUNTAINS. The artistic and often symmetrical grouping of... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - English literature - 1915 - 858 pages
...soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath; 05 blasted, U All wasted? Not so, my heart; but there...pleasures; leave thy cold dispute 2C Of what is fit away ! 1 00 Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Wbich gleams, but warms no more its cherished... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - English literature - 1915 - 852 pages
...Greece, but living Greece no more! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About 95 But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb, Expression's last receding... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - English literature - 1915 - 852 pages
...but living Greece no morel So coldly sweet, so deadly fair. We start, for soul is wanting there. Hera unched on the bosom of the silver Thames. Fairy nymphs, and well-dres 95 But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb, Expression's last receding... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - British - 1924 - 364 pages
...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 cherished... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1925 - 408 pages
...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 cherished... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1814 - 584 pages
...living Greece no more! We start—for soul is wanting there. So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, 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... | |
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