...Hving Greece no more ! So eoldly rtfeet, so deadly fair. We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death , . . That parts not quite...fearful bloom , That hue which haunts it to the tomb Clime of the unforgotten brave ! 'Whose land from plain to mountain-cave Was freedom's home or glory's...

...living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair We start, for soul is wanting there ! Here is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with...fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb, Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hov'ring round decay, The farewell beam of feeling pass'd...

...living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start — for soul is wanting there! Her's is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; 404 DESOLATION OF GREECE. But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb...

...living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; 95 But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb, Expression's last receding...

...liviug Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. J Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with...fearful bloom, , That hue which haunts it to the tomb, Expression's last receding ray. A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past...

...living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with...fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb, Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past...

...living Greece no more! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start — for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with...fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling...

...So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start — for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness of death, That parts not quite with parting breath ;...fearful bloom, • That hue which haunts it to the tomb, Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past...

...living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with...fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb ; Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling...

...living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, tor soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with...fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb, Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hover'ing round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past...