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...Byron, referring to the state of modern Greece, where he so beautifully compares it to a corpse : — " And but for that sad, shrouded eye, That fires not,...not, now — And but for that chill, changeless brow, Where cold obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The...

...it was some time ere the friends who watched over him were aware, that the vital spark had fled. " And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires...— now — And but for that chill, changeless brow, Whose touch thrills with mortality, And curdles to the gazer's heart, As if to him it could impart...

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