[ Denne sides indhold er desværre begrænset. ]

...living 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...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...

...living 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...round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away ! Spark of that flame — perchance of heavenly birth — Which gleams — but warms no more its cherish'd...

...— so calm — so softfy seal'd The first — last look — by death reveal'd! Such is the aspect ot this shore — 'Tis Greece — but living Greece no...that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tombExpression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewel beam of Feeling...

...soul is wanting there. Her's is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; i But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which...round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away ! Spark of that flame — perchance of heavenly birth- — Which gleams — but warms no more its cherish'd...

...aspect of this shore— So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start—for soul is wanting there. Tier's is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with...it to the tomb— Expression's last receding ray, A-gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away ! Spark of that flame—perchance...

...soul is wanting there. Her) ia the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breatli; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which...haunts it to the tomb — Expression's last receding pay, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past away! Spark of that flame...

...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 bkiom, That hue which haunts it to the tombExpression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round...

...living 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.' pp. 4- — 6. The plunging of Leila's body in the waves must net be omitted. ' Thou speakest sooth,...

...living 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 ; 95 But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's last...