...language how true to nature ! ' He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death be fled, Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines...traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek ; Ami, but for that sad, shrouded eye That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill,...

...shall quench them. ASPECT OF GREECE. HE who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled — The first dark day of nothingness, The...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...

...from which it was professedly taken. He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled ; The first dark day of nothingness The last...and distress ; (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have ¡inept the lines where beauty lingers) And marked the mild angelic air — The rapture of repose that...

...no man happy, ere he shall have crossed the limitary line of life, the sufferer of nought painful. m "The first dark day of nothingness. The last of danger and distress," says lord Byron, and so said (in part at least) Solon before him. But Aristotle, who was not a man...

...in the Giaour on Death, beginning, " He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last...fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers, &c. &c." l826, Aug. iST. Jno. Walker, Sculpt, of Lord Byron' Monument. Richard Noble, Engraver, Nottingham....

...purify the deepest and most venomous of earthly passions? Man ! gaze upon that heavenly countenance, " Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers," and ask thyself, if God has not directed its creation, to reprove thee, who delightest to sully His noblest...

...Byron then appear ! — " He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death has fled, Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines...angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there,— 30 The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek ; And but for that sad,...

...forsake it not! CXII. GREECE.—Byron. He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last...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 but for that chill,...

...curst the tyrants that destroy ! He who hath bent him o'er the dead (') Ere the first day of death is fled,,' The first dark day of nothingness, The...fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) (1) [If once the public notice is drawn to a poet, the talents he exhibit! on a nearer view, the weight...

...Was that young faithful heart ! DEATH. HE who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled ; The first dark day of nothingness, The last...; (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the line where beauty lingers,) And mark'd the mild angelic air — The rapture of repose that's there...