...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...that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomh, Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling...

...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 ; But beauty...tomb, Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hov'ring round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past away. Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly...

...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 past away....Which gleams, but warms no more its cherish'd earth. At that time Lord Byron, if he did pity the condition of the Greeks, evinced very little confidence...

...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 ; But beauty...haunts it to the tomb, Expression's last receding ray, The farewell beam of feeling past awny. Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams,...

...deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quita with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful...tomb, Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hov'ring round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past away. Spark of that rtame, perchance of heavenly...

...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...heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished .earth! LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS.-Jfr*. Hemans. THE breaking waves dashed high On a...

...loveliness in death, But beauty with that fearful bloom, That parts not quite with parting breath; That hue which haunts it to the tomb; Expression's last receding ray, The farewell beam of Feeling past away! A gilded halo hovering round delfay, Spark of that flame, perchance...

...Greece, but living Greece no more! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, Hers is the loveliness in death, We start, for soul is wanting there. That parts not...Which gleams, but warms no more its cherish'd earth' RESPECTABILITY Independent of one's occupation. IT is impossible, in our free and liberal forms of...

...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 ; But beauty...Which gleams, but warms no more its cherish'd earth. At that time Lord Byron, if he did pity the condition of the Greeks, evinced very little confidence...

...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 I (') Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Whose land from plain to mountain-cave Was Freedom's home or...