 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 páginas
...Except an erring sister's shame. 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 last...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... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1839 - 362 páginas
...Address to 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...lines where beauty lingers',) And marked the mild', angelick air*, The rapture of repose' . . that's there', The fixed', yet tender', traits that streak'... | |
 | Priscilla Maden Watts - 1839 - 286 páginas
...BYRON. HE who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day ef nothingness, The last of danger and distress (Before...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... | |
 | Caroline Leigh Gascoigne - 1839 - 920 páginas
...— CHAPTER IX. He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death hath fled,— The fint dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, Before decay's effacing fingers Hare swept the lines where beauty lingers ; — And marked the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose... | |
 | Charles Benjamin Tayler - 1839 - 210 páginas
...beautiful the aspect of death ! " He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Er'e the first day of death has fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress ; Uefore decay's effacing fingers, Hare swept the lines where beauty lingers, And marked the mild,... | |
 | Sir Thomas Browne - 1841 - 346 páginas
...felt, what poetry only can describe ? " 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...mild angelic air. The rapture of repose that's there , And, but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And, but for that chill... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 998 páginas
...curst the tyrants that destroy ! He who bath bent him o'er the dead ( I ; Ere the first day of death name I forget, but whose features must always be remembered. I never saw greater beauty, or sweetness fingen i Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) And mark'd the mild angelic air, \ The rapture... | |
 | Nathaniel Shatswell Dodge - 1842 - 298 páginas
...and that motionless form ! " Who that hath bent him o'er the dead. Ere the first day of death hath fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last...angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The languor of that placid cheek,— And but for that sad shrouded eye That fires not, wins not, weeps... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1842 - 866 páginas
...So curst the tyrants that destroy 1 He who hath bent him o'er the dead ' Ere the first day of death nce upon his face Grew Lara's eyes, but nothing there could trace They knew, or chose to know — wit flngers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) And mark'd the mild angelic air, The rapture of... | |
 | James Stamford Caldwell - 1843 - 372 páginas
...the boat, and plunged into Eternity. He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled; — The first dark day of nothingness —...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... | |
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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 of danger and distress... 
