...Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. That parts not quite with parting breath; But beauty...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...

...coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start — for soul is wanting there. Hers is the 'loveliness in deatli That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty...hovering round decay — The farewell beam of feeling passed away ! S|>ark of that flame, that flame of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its...

...soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness of death, That parts not quite with parting breath; Bat beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts...hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past awayl Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished...

...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 I Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherish'd...

...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! Spark of that flame — perchance of heavenly birth — Which gleams, but warms no more...

...more ! So cor Uy sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness of death, That parts not quite with parting breath ;...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...

...— 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...

...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! Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its...

...Greece no more ; So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Her's is that loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting...fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb. Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Whose land from plain to mountain-cave, Was freedom's home, or glory's...

...tyrant's power. So fair, so calm, so softly sealed The first, last look by death revealed . . . . . . Hers is the loveliness in death That parts not quite with parting breath . . . . . . The farewell beam of feeling passed away. Spark of that flame — etc. Durch den Vergleich...