 Tis Greece, 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 parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the...  Lord Byron's Works - Sayfa 194George Gordon Byron Baron Byron tarafından - 1821Tam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | William Thomas Stead - 1908 - 762 sayfa
...no languor on the placid cheek nor " cold destruction " on " the changeless brow." There was all " the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath " ; but in place of the " gilded halo hovering round decay," we saw with wonder and with awe the presence of... | |
 | William Murison - 1910 - 416 sayfa
...Greece, 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...hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling passed away! BYRON, The Giaour. 6. Like as a ship that through the ocean wide By conduct of some star... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1911 - 252 sayfa
...Greece, 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...fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb, ao Expression's last receding ray, A gilded Halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling... | |
 | Geographical Society of Philadelphia - 1915 - 264 sayfa
...start, for soul is wanting there. Her's is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with panting breath — But beauty with that fearful bloom. That...hovering round decay The farewell beam of Feeling past away ! " . THE ARTISTIC GROUPING OF GREEK MOUNTAINS. The artistic and often symmetrical grouping of... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - 1915 - 858 sayfa
...soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath; 05 blasted, U All wasted? Not so, my heart; but there...pleasures; leave thy cold dispute 2C Of what is fit away ! 1 00 Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Wbich gleams, but warms no more its cherished... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - 1915 - 852 sayfa
...Greece, but living Greece no more! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About 95 But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb, Expression's last receding... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - 1915 - 852 sayfa
...but living Greece no morel So coldly sweet, so deadly fair. We start, for soul is wanting there. Hera unched on the bosom of the silver Thames. Fairy nymphs, and well-dres 95 But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb, Expression's last receding... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1924 - 364 sayfa
...Greece, 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...hovering 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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 408 sayfa
...Greece, 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...hovering 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... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1814 - 584 sayfa
...living Greece no more! We start—for soul is wanting there. So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, Her's is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with...hovering 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... | |
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