“For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!”
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Analysis of Lord Byron's Quote
In this chilling excerpt from Lord Byron's poem, the imagery of the Angel of Death spreading his wings and breathing upon the enemy evokes fear and dread. The description of the sleepers' eyes growing deadly and their hearts ceasing to beat forever emphasizes the finality and inevitability of death. Byron's use of vivid language paints a haunting picture of death's swift and unstoppable approach, leaving a lasting impact on the reader.
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