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...soul is wanting there. Her's 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 tombExpression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewel beam of Feeling...

...soul is wanting there. Her's 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 tombExpression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling...

...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...feeling past away ! Spark of that flame — perchance of heav'nly birth — Which gleams, but warms no more its cherish'd earth ! GIAOUR. LETTERS ON INDIA....