One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which raves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
Byron
For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time,
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