...stab the countenance preserves its traits of feeling or ferocity, and the mind its bias, to the last. But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which...receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, 10o The farewell beam of Feeling past away! Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which...

...which all are compelled to take some interest. To-day the dead bride of the sea, but lovely still, for "hers is the loveliness in death, that parts not quite with parting breath." Float with me down the Grand Canal. Nothing in the world could be more comfortable than these charming...

...'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 breadi . . . (lines 91-5) A hero appears who is neither Greek nor Turkish the Giaour in this poem was...