...never sought in vain. Solid love, whose root is virtue, can no more die, than virtue itself. Erasmus. Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new color as it gasps away, — The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone— and all is gray. Byron....

...to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its lot The last still loveliest, — till — "t is gone — and all is gray. Italia ! oh Italia ! thou...

...to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like...each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, 260 The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray. XXX There is a tomb in Arqua...

...the rising star, 255 Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new color as it gasps away, 260 The last still loveliest, — till — 'tis gone — and all is gray. XXX....

...the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse ; And now they change — a paler Shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting Day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new color as it gasps away — The last still loveliest, till — 't is gone — and all is gray. There...

...mantle o'er the mountains; parting Day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new color as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray." BYRON. But to-night as we bade good-bye to our host and hostess, and the massive door of beaten iron...

...change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin,0 whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, 260 The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray. XXX There is a tomb in Arqua...

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...sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse: And now they change; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new color as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray. XXX There...

...ANON. The fresh roses on your cheeks shall die, Like flowers that wither in the shade. — APHRA BEHN. Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang...still loveliest, till — 'tis gone, and all is gray. — BYRON. Dies like cookery with the day that brought it forth. — CARLYLE. Die like a rat in hole....