Excerpt from Er of Pamphylia and Other Poems By tender hands of women did he lie, Bloodless and cold, beyond all seeming dead, But with that virgin freshness still on him; Till someone said, 'we must not keep his shade Expectant longer by the pallid stream, Pining for burial;' and so they reared His stately pyre beyond the city gate, Hard by the shore, and laid him thereupon, Setting due guard; and leaving moon and stars To bathe his brows, closed eyelids, and set cheeks, With loving ministrations of the Night. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.