...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...

...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...first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger rim! distress, Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers; And marked...

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

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...hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death has fled ; Ere decay's effacing fingers Hare swept the lines where beauty lingers, And marked the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that'* there ; The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And, but lor...

...are, for the purpose of impressing moral truth upon the memory, as well as the understanding. Bmttie. He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first...fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers. Byron. He travelled sorely, and made many a tack, His sails oft shifting, to arrive, dread thought...

...; While sea-horn gales their gelid wings expand To wiunow fragrance round the smiling land. GREECE. HE who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled, Tlu- first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before decay's effacing fingers...

...Health on the other, thou fallest, an unwieldy and bloated pageant, to the ground GREECE. — Byron; HE who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first...marked the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that 's there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but...

...or fast, The tie which bound the first endures the last. [From The Giaour.] THE FIRST DAY OF DEATH. 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...