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When'er with soft serenity she smiled,
Or caught the orient blush of quick surprise,
How sweetly mutable, how brightly wild,
The liquid lustre darted from her eyes?

— William Mason On the Death of a Lady (1760)

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Vain is the hope by colouring to display The bright effulgence of the noontide ray Or paint the full-orb'd ruler of the skies With pencils dipt in dull terrestrial dyes.

The fattest hog in Epicurus' sty.

There is a solemn luxury in grief.

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