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...the colours just beginning to fade, was shewn to the surrounding spectators. She was in the stage, " Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers." And " Hers was the loveliness of death, That parts not quite with parting breath ;" and neatly dressed...

...joy, So curst the tyrants that destroy ! He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last...fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) And mark'd the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fix'd yet tender traits that streak...

...bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled ; The first dark day of nothingness, 70 The last of danger and distress ; (Before Decay's...fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) And mark'd the mild angelic air — The rapture of repose that's there— 15 The fixed yet tender traits...

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...joy, So curst the tyrants that destroy ! He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last...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 streak...

...joy, So curst the tyrants that destroy ! He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last...fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers, > And mark'd the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, And fix'd yet tender traits that streak...

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...to draw the reader's attention to it : He who hath beat him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last...there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak The langour of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps...