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...From sleep, and judge. 21. Better Die soon, than live on lingeringly in pain. BYRON'S Two Foscari. 22. O'er every feature of that still pale face, Had sorrow fix'd what time can ne'er erase. BYRON'S Corsair. 23. My life is not dated by years — There are moments which act as a plough, And...

...But still her lips refused to send — "Farewell!" For in that word — that fatal word — howe'cr We promise — hope — believe — there breathes...ne'er erase : The tender blue of that large loving eye Grew frozen with its gaze on vacancy, Till — Oh, how far! — it caught a glimpse of him, And then...