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...more exquisitely finished, than any that we can now recollect in the whole compass of poetry. ' He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day...danger and distress ; ( Before Decay's effacing fingers I lave swept the lines where beauty lingers,) And mark'd the mild angelic air—- The rapture of repose...

...an eastern audience, and of the grotesque declamation and gestures of the Turkish story-teller. ' He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day...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...

...more exquisitely finished, than any that we can now recollect in the whole compass of poetry. " He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere, the first day...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...

...shore, Rush the night-prowlers on the prey, And turn to groans his roundelay.! i>. 3. V<», X. Tt ' He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day...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...

...delight; and we cannot refrain from quoting the following highly wrought and characteristic specimen. ' He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day...of danger and distress ; (Before Decay's effacing fmgers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) And mark'd the mild angelic air — The rapture...

...inheritors of hell — 65 So soft the scene, so form'd for joy, So curst the tyrants, that destroy ! He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day...death is fled ; The first dark day of nothingness, 10 The last of danger and distress ; (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty...

...now recollect in the whole compass of poetry. " He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first dav of death is fled: The first dark day of nothingness, The last of dangeY and distress; (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept tlie lines where beauty lingers;)...

...more exquisitely finished, than any that we can now recollect in the whole compass of poetry* • He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day...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...