...qui , venant de mourir , conserve encore un reste de beauté , sans conserver la chaleur de la vie. He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day...nothingness The last of danger and distress , Before de cay's effacing fingers Had swept the lines where beauty lingers He still might doubt thc tyrant's...

...freed inheritors of hell ; 65 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...death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, 70 The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty...

...the colours just beginning to fade, was shewn to the surrounding spectators. She was in the stage, " Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers." And " Hers was the loveliness of death, That parts not quite with parting breath ;" and neatly dressed...

...freed inheritors of hell ; - So soft the scene, so formed for joy, So curst the tyrants that destroy ! He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day...fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) And marked the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak...

...fragment, " The Giaour :"— " He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled, (Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines...angelic air, The rapture of repose, that's there ; The fix'd, yet tender, traits that streak ] The languor of the pallid cheek ; So fair, so calm, so softly...

...and but for a few hours, after the spirit is not there." * Life, vol. i, p. 401. " Ha who hath beat him o'er the dead. Ere the first day of death is fled ; . , , , Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers, And mark'd the...

...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...angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fix'd yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded...

...scene, so form'd for joy, So curst the tyrants that destroy ! He who hath bent him o'er the deadEre the first day of death is fled, The first dark day...angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fix'd yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded...

...larmes , sans regard ! (*) Tout le monde connaît ces beaux vers de lord Byron : He who hath lient him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled...of nothingness, The last of danger and distress... etcj Pour qu'il vous reste un doute il est déjà trop tard ; Mais l'espoir un moment suspendit votre...

...inheritors of hell — 65 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...death is fled ; The first dark day of nothingness, 70 The last of danger and distress ; (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty...