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
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1867 - 738 pages
...— A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost lees and less : 1 listen'd, but I could not hear ; I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew Ч was... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1868 - 666 pages
...;— A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, Tor I was sunk in silence — lost woke one In caU'd, for I was wild with fear : I knew 'twas hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished.... | |
| John T. Watson - Quotations - 1869 - 524 pages
...soothing sounds, appease The raging pain, and lessen the disease. FRANCIS' Horace And then the sigh, he would suppress, Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less. BYRON'S Prisoner of Chilian. A cheek, whose bloom Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - Fore-edge painting - 1870 - 768 pages
...lot 1 A little talk of better days. A little hope my own to raise. For I was sunk in silence — lost -. an L] CAIff. Cain. : 1 llsten'd, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 'twas hopeless,... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1871 - 968 pages
...— A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence, — lost lace, In every season, fresh and fair ; It opens with...everywhere. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, Its humbl : listened, but I could not hear, — called, for I was wild with fear ; knew 'twas ho]>eless, but... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1872 - 776 pages
...bright, And not a word of murmur—not A little talk of better days, A groan o'er his untimely lot,— A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence—lost...nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and lesť : I listen'd, but I could not hear— I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 'twas hopeless,... | |
| American poetry - 1872 - 900 pages
...• A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence, — lost ryant Will listened, but I could not hear, — I called, for I ivas wild with fear; I knew 't was hopeless, but... | |
| John Wesley Hales - 1872 - 552 pages
...raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost 200 In this last loss, of all the most ; And then the sigbs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness,...grew less and less : I listen'd, but I could not hear — 205 I call'd, for I was wild with fear; I knew 'twas hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished;... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1873 - 376 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...hear ; I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 't was hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished ; I call'd, and thought I heard a sound—... | |
| Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig - American poetry - 1905 - 338 pages
...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...not hear; I call'd, for I was wild with fear; I knew 't was hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished; I call'd, and thought I heard a sound—... | |
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