Quote #65

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 Have swept the lines where beauty lingers.

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  1. Hark! to the hurried question of despair: 'Where is my child?'-an echo answers, 'Where?'
  2. Such is the aspect of this shore; 'T is Greece, but living Greece no more! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting t…
  3. Mark! where his carnage and his conquests cease! He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!
  4. Shrine of the mighty! can it be That this is all remains of thee?
  5. Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life, The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
  6. For freedom's battle, once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won.
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  8. And lovelier things have mercy shown To every failing but their own, And every woe a tear can claim Except an erring sister's shame.

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