...(NB This equation to be worked as a quadratic, and not by trial). PHILOLOGICAL. 17. — PARAPHRASE. " He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death has fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress (Before Decay's effacing...

...illustrated the beautiful, but «ill and melancholy aspect of the once busy and glorious shores of Greece, ield ! why n :0 recollect in the whole compass of poetry — JKFKBKV.] 2 [From this line to the conclusion of the paragraph,...

...although we may sympathise with the wTondrous truths embodied in those beautiful lines of the poet: " He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death has fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before decay's effacing...

...face. It told us that one life had ended only because another had begun. Byron's beautiful lines, " He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death have fled, And marked the mild, angelic air, The rapture of repose that 's there," illustrate a fact...

...the body. The state of countenance which I have described is thus beautifully alluded to by Byron. He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death has fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before decay's effacing...

...one to all, and was soon allowed to drop. CHAPTER XXL ' HE WHO HATH BESET HIM O'ER THE DEAD,' ETC. ' He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death has fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before decay's effacing...

...Greece as passing from glory into ruin, he conceives the beautiful representation of a corpse: "Who that hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled, Before decay's defacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers, And marked the mild, angelic...

...face and looked upon it, with what sensations we may imagine ! " Mr. Paice was then forty-eight. " He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled," has often seen something more beautiful than life itself — something than beauty dearer. But to look...

...scene, so form'd for joy, So cunt the tyrants that destroy ! He who hath bent him o'er the dead, En- the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The l.ut of danger and distress, I Before decay's effacing fingers Ilive swrpt the lines where beauty lingers,)...

...memory a sharp sword ; and poignantly is this felt by many, whilst standing by the unburied dead. " He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death be fled " — will hardly escape some pangs from memory's reproach, if the pale form before him held,...