 Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray ; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur, not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better...  Hebrew Melodies - Page 14by George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1815 - 53 pagesFull view - About this book
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1126 pages
...hope тот own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost In thii lait loss, of all the most ; Aid then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and leu : I Usten'd, trat I could not hear — I eall'd, for I was wild with fear : I knew 'twas hopeless,... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - American poetry - 1855 - 452 pages
...made the dungeon bright. And not a word of murmur, not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise ; For I was sunk in silence, — lost In this last loss, of all the most. And then the sighs he would suppress, Of fainting nature's feebleness,... | |
 | American poetry - 1855 - 458 pages
...made the dungeon bright. And not a word of murmur, not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise ; For I was sunk in silence, — lost In this last loss, of all the most. And then the sighs he would suppress, Of fainting nature's feebleness,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1856 - 833 pages
...little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence—lost In this ^ast loss, of all the most; And then the sighs he would...feebleness More slowly drawn, grew less and less: I listen'd, but I could not hear— I call'd, for I was wild with fear; I knew 'twas hopeless, but my... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - American poetry - 1857 - 436 pages
...A little talk of better days, A little hope — my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost In this last loss, of all the most; And then the sighs...feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listen'd, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild with fear; I knew 'twas hopeless, but my... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - American poetry - 1857 - 426 pages
...made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope — my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost In this last loss, of all the most; And then the sighs ho would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness,... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - American poetry - 1858 - 644 pages
...A little talk of better days, A little hope — my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost In this last loss, of all the most ; And then the...he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, 117 More slowly drawn, grew less and less: I listen'd, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1859 - 586 pages
...lot,— A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost In this last loss, of all the most ; And then the...feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listen'd, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 'twas hopeless, but... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1859 - 914 pages
...— A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to rabe, For I was sunk in silence — lost ; The earth, whose mine was on its face, unsold,...gold ; The freedom which can call each grot a home ; lest : I listen'd, but I could not hear ; I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; Г knew 't was hopeless,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1859 - 614 pages
...made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost In this last loss, of all the most; And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness,... | |
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