...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...round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past away t Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth...

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

...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...the unforgotten brave ! Whose land, from plain to mountain cave, Was Freedom's home, or Glory's grave, — Shrine of the mighty ! can it be, That this...

...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 ! Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Whose land from plain to mountain-cave Was Freedom's...

...away! Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth! Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Whose land...mountain-cave Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave 1 Shrine of the mighty! can it be, That this is all remains of thee? Approach, thou craven-crouching...

...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 with that fearful bloom, That here which haunts it to the torab ; Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay,...

...: Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty heart is lying still." Byron : — " Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Whose land from plain...mountain-cave Was Freedom's home or glory's grave. Home of the mighty ! can it be That this is all remains of thee ? Approach, thou craven, crouching...

...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 pass'd away ! Spark of that flame, perchance 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, That parts not quite with parting breath; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hne which haunts it to the tomb, Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay,...

...bloom, That hue which hannts it to the tomb — Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hoverinir round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away...heavenly birth — Which gleams — but warms no more its cherished earth ! The 'Prisoner of Chillon' is also natural and affecting: the story is painful and...