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...dark day of nothingness — The last of danger and distress; — (Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) And mark'd...angelic air— The rapture of repose that's there— The fix'd, yet tender, traits that atreak The languor of the placid cheek, 1 Odyssey, xvii. (Pope's Translation)....

...first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) And mark'd the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that 's there, The fix'd yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but...

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...death is fled, Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers, And marked the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that's...fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the plaeid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now, And...

...the poet : — " He who hath hent Viim o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled — * * * * And mark'd the mild angelic air — The rapture of repose that's there — * * * * So fair — so calm — so softly seal'd The first— last look— by death reveal'd."...