...perform, are the very first to perish when life is extinct. " Oh ! o'er the eye death most exerts his And hurls the spirit from her throne of light ; Sinks those blue orbs in their long last eclipse, But spares as yet the charm around the lips." So speaks the poet, and we have...

...noblest and most delicate office to perform, are the very first to perish when life is extinct. " Oli ! o'er the eye death most exerts his might, And hurls...from her throne of light ; Sinks those blue orbs in their long last eclipse, But spares as jet the charm around the lips." So speaks the poet, and we have...

...her brow clear'd, but not her troubled eye : The wind was down, but still the sea ran high. BYRON. Oh ! o'er the eye Death most exerts his might, And hurls the spirit from her throne of light. BYRON. First, the two eyes, which have the seeing pow'r, Stand as one watchman, spy, or sentinel, Being...

...the noblest and most delicate office to perform, are the very first to perish when life is extinct. " Oh ! o-er the eye death most exerts his might, And hurls the spirit from her throne of light ; Binks those bine orbs in their long last eclipse, But spares as yet the charm around the lips." So...

...her brow clear'd, but not her troubled eye : The wind was down, but still the sea ran high. BYRON. Oh ! o'er the eye Death most exerts his might, And hurls the spirit from her throne of light. BYRON. First, the two eyes, which have the seeing pow'r, Stand as one watchman, spy, or sentinel, Being...

...the noblest and most delicate office to perform, are the very first to perish when life is extinct. " Oh ! o'er the eye death most exerts his might, And...from her throne of light; Sinks those blue orbs in their long last eclipse, But spares as yet the charm around the lips." So speaks the poet, and we have...

...the noblest and most delicate office to perform, are the very first to perish when life is extinct. " Oh ! o'er the eye death most exerts his might, And...from her throne of light ; Sinks those blue orbs in their long last eclipse, But spares as yet the charm around the lips." So speaks the poet, and we have...

...heart, the eye beams with glad sympathy; when insanity desolates the brain, the eye roves wildly ; and "O'er the eye Death most exerts his might. And hurls the spirit from her throne of light." This through all the epochs of human experience, the eye typifies the workings of the soul. An adept...

...death most exerts his might, And hurls the spirit from her throne of light ! Sinks those hlue orhs ain. Where is it ? I see nothing save a mass Of most innumerahle li lip,— Vet, yet they seem as they forhore to smile, And wish'd repose— hut only for a whiie ; But...

...dark lashes fringed her lids of snow, And veil'd — thought shrinks from all that lurk'd below — cu . .@ . wish'd repose — but only for a while ; But the white shroud, and each extended tress, Long— fair...