“ Death! Thy cold hand the brightest flower has chill'd, That e'er suffused love's cheek with rosy dies; Quench'd the soft radiance of the loveliest eyes, And accents tuned to sweetest music still'd; The springing buds of hope and pleasure kill'd ”
“ Death! Thy cold hand the brightest flower has chill'd, That e'er suffused love's cheek with rosy dies; Quench'd the soft radiance of the loveliest eyes, And accents tuned to sweetest music still'd; The springing buds of hope and pleasure kill'd ”