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

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...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 : 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,...

...lines where beauty lingers, And mark'd the mild angelic air — The sweetness of repose that's there : Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay ; The farewell beam of feeling passed away." With such thoughts uppermost in my mind, I bade adieu to the Sister and took my departure...

...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...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...

...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; 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,...

...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 ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, The hue which haunts it to the tomb, Expression's la.st receding ray,9 A gilded halo hovering round...

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

...(Jreece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the for the thought of Italy ! Thy fame is blown abroad...from all the heights, Through all the nations, und a line which haunts it to the tomb, Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay,...