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...And mark'd the mind, angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there — The fix'd, yet tender tracts that streak The languor of the placid cheek. And,...As if to him it could impart, The doom he dreads, he dwells upon. Yes. but for these, and these alone, Some moments — aye, one touching hour, It still...

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...but for that chill, changeless brow, Where cold obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's he As If to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon." I cannot close this description without adverting to the exquisite beauty of the feet of the lady,...