 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 days, A little hope my own to...  The works of lord Byron - Page 58by George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1820Full view - About this book
 | American poetry - 1854 - 456 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 listened, but I could not hear, — I called, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 't was hopeless, but... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1104 pages
...lot,— Л 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...nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and lees : I Usten'd, but I could not heai — I call'd, for I was wild with fear : I knew 'twas hopeless,... | |
 | 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,... | |
 | Book - 1854 - 496 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 be would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listen'd,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1855 - 410 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...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... | |
 | American poetry - 1855 - 458 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 listened, but I could not hear, • — I called, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 't was hopeless,... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - American poetry - 1855 - 452 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 listened, but I could not hear, — I called, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 5t was hopeless, but... | |
 | 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...hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished; 1 ca ] )'d, and thought I heard a sound— I bui.1t my chain with one strong bound, And rusli'd to... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - American poetry - 1857 - 426 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 ho would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listen'd,... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - American poetry - 1858 - 642 pages
...of all the most ; And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, 117 BYRON. More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listen'd,...hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished ; 1 call'd, and thought I heard a sound — I burst my chain with one strong bound. And rush'd to him... | |
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