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The Dead.

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 of danger and distress,
(Before Decay's effacing fingers
Hath swept the lines where beauty lingers,)
And marked the mild angelic air,
The rapture of repose that's there,


Qualis inhaeret amans qui lumina clausit amatae,

cum trahitur damno prima recente dies, prima dies tenebrarum, orbati prima silenti,

summa laborantis speque metuque precis, ante resolvendae quam signa morantia formae

tabida Persephones audet obire manus : ora velut placidae cernit clementia divae

non enarrandum pacis habere iubar;

The fix'd yet tender traits that streak
The languor of the placid cheek,
And—but for that sad shrouded eye,

That fires not, wins not, weeps not now,

And but for that chill, changeless brow,
Where cold obstruction's apathy
Appals the gazing mourner's heart,
As if to him it could impart

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The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ;

Yes, but for these and these alone,
Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour,
He still might doubt the tyrant's power ;
So fair, so calm, so softly seald,
The first, last look by death reveald!
Such is the aspect of this shore,
'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more!

Lorø Byron, purpureae cernit vestigia mollia lucis

tingere languentes, nec maculare, genas.

quin nisi quod maerens oculis obducitur umbra,




qui face, qui fletu blanditiisque carent; nescius humano nisi quod mollescere luctu

ille rigor durae marmora frontis habet, unde reformidans gelidae contagia mortis

horret, et horrescens, quod timet, orbus amat ; cetera paulisper possitve beatus in horam

credere Plutonis non domuisse minas : tanta quies, tam dulce silens componit honestas

quod suprema dies fertque rapitque decus. non alius decor hac etiam spectatur in ora :


Graecia, sed non iam Graecia viva, manes.



A CHANGE came o'er the spirit of my dream.
The Boy was sprung to manhood : in the wilds
Of fiery climes he made himself a home,
And his soul drank their sunbeams : he was girt
With strange and dusky aspects : he was not
Himself like what he had been ; on the sea
And on the shore he was a wanderer ;
There was a mass of many images

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