...the best interests of a true Christian. What can we think of the man who tells us of death as being The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress. Giaour. Again, in his'song to Inez, in Childe Harold, he speaks of the mark The fabled Hebrew wanderer...

...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 langour of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps...

...without Meaning. . 16. The Finis, by Hogarth — Its Companion. The Shore of Athens. BY LORD 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 mind, angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there — The fix'd, yet tender tracts that...

...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...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 not, now, And...

...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...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...