...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...

...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...there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye That fires not, wins not, weeps...

...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...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...

...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...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...

...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...

...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 mark'd the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak...

...freed inheiitors 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...fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers, > And mark'd the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, And fix'd yet tender traits that streak...

...Tout le monde connaît ces beaux vers de lord Byron : He wlm hath bent him o'er thé dead Ere thé first day of death is fled , The first dark day of nothingness The last of danger and distress... etc. Ce pur sang , qne le fer a (an t de ibis versé , Pour se répandre eiicor bouillonne dans ses...