...treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power, So fair — so calm — so softly seal'd, The first — last look — by death reveal'd ! Such...death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But Athens never recovered from this overwhelming calamity : from the reign of Justinian to the thirteenth...

...healthful ordinary beauty : So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, \Ve start, for soul is wanting there. Jls is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with...fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb. Its is not the beauty of summer, but the melancholy grace of autumn — not the beauty of a blooming...

...shore— 'Tis Greece,—but living Greece no more !— So 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 Athens never recovered from this overwhelming calamity: from the reign of Justinian to the thirteenth...

...healthful ordinary beauty : So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Us is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty wilh that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb. Its is not the beauty of summer, but...

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...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 earthl...

...but 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 hirth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth,...

...but 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 earth!...

...living Greece no more! 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...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 earth...

...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...receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay." All this he felt, and others too have felt, while standing among the ruins of the Parthenon, surrounded...