Don Juan 04-060
Canto the Fourth

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Days lay she in that state unchanged, though chill --
 With nothing livid, still her lips were red;
She had no pulse, but death seem'd absent still;
 No hideous sign proclaim'd her surely dead;
Corruption came not in each mind to kill
 All hope; to look upon her sweet face bred
New thoughts of life, for it seem'd full of soul --
She had so much, earth could not claim the whole.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) 
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