...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 ; But beauty...Which gleams, but warms no more its cherish'd earth ! BYRON, The Giaour. 42. To Mary in Heaven. Thou lingering star, with lessening ray, That loves to...

...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 ; But beauty...hovering round decay — The farewell beam of feeling passed away ! Spark of that flame, that flame of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its...

...coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, ? VII. Well didst thou speak, Athena's wisest son!—...but feeble sufferers groan With brain-born dreams pass'd away! • The guitar is the constant amusement of the Greek sailor by night; with a steady fair...

...coldly sweet, so deadly fair, He starts — for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath, But beauty...farewell beam of feeling past away ! Spark of that flame — that flame of heavenly birth — Which gleams — but warms no more its cherished earth ! Clime...

...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; But beauty...hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling passed away! Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its...

...back to her native country, Scotland, and there in Aberdeeushire placed the hoy at a vilhtiIe school. But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb." Then bursting from these strains of pity, he changes into grander notes of patriotism : " Clime of...

...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 ; But beauty...Feeling past away ! Spark of that flame, perchance o' heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more ifi cherished earth ! Clime of the unforgotten brave...

...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; But beauty...hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling pasl away ! Spark of that flame, perchance c/ heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished...

...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; But beauty...hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling passed away! Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its...

...is specially conspicuous in eight- or ten-syllable verse. In " Hers is the loveliness | in death || That parts not quite | with parting breath, || But...fearful bloom, || That hue which haunts it | to the tomb " (Byron) the Csesural Pause in the four lines is after the sixth, fourth, third, and fifth syllables...