...which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse: And now they change;...each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, ""-"• still loveliest, till— 'tis gone— and all is gray. XXVII. There is a tomb in Arqua; —...

...which, from afar. Comes down upon the waters; all its hnes, From the rich suuset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse: And now they change; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the monntaius; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbnes With a new colonr as it gasps away,...

...which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change...colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 't is gone — and all is grey. XXX. There is a tomb in Arqua ; — rear'd in air, Pillar'd in...

...from afar, Comes down upon the waters; all its hues, From the rich sunset, to the rising star, — Their magical variety diffuse. And now they change...like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new color, as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, 'tis gone — and all is gray. Childe Harold's Pilgrimage....

...which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change...strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies_like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest,...

...which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change...colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till—'tis gone—and all is gray. xxx. There is a tomb in Arqua;—rear'd in air, Pillar'd in their...

...command ; And yet a spirit still — and bright With something of an angel light. WORDSWORTH.Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With...as it gasps away ; The last still loveliest, till 'tis gone and all is grey. BYRON. THAT Miss St. Maur, instead of Mrs. Hargrave, was the real object...

...upwards of an hour after the great luminary had disappeared. It was just that sort of evening when " parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang...colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone, and all is gray." The hope of fine weather thus held out to us was unfortunately not...

...upwards of an hour after the great luminary had disappeared. It was just that sort of evening when " parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang...colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till—'tis gone, and all is gray." The hope of fine weather thus held out to us was unfortunately...

...upwards of an hour after the great luminary had disappeared. It was just that sort of evening when " parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps awav, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone, and all is gray." The hope of fine weather thus...