 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
 | 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... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1859 - 362 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... | |
 | 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,... | |
 | John Daniel Morell - 1860 - 274 pages
...referring to 17g-183. 184. This, i.iv, what I now experienced 201. The mat for Ha grcateit is very un And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's...feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : 205 I listen'd, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 'twas hopeless,... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1861 - 128 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...grew less and less ; I listen'd, but I could not hear — 1 call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 'twas hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - Readers (Secondary) - 1861 - 562 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 'twas hopeless, but... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1861 - 1154 pages
...lot,— A little talk of better days, A little hope ray own to raise, For I was mink in silence — lost In this last loss, of all the most ; And then the...Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grow less and less : 1 listen'd, but I could not hear— t eall'd, for I was wild with fear: t knew... | |
 | James Fleming - 1863 - 404 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 loss and less : I listened,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1866 - 802 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...hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished j I call'd, and thought I heard a sound — I burst my chain with one strong bounds And rush'd to him... | |
 | James Fleming - 1866 - 382 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...less : I listen'd — but I could not hear, — I called, — for I was wild with fear ; I knew 'twas hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished... | |
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