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" Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. "
The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere - Trang 424
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The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: The siege of Corinth. Parisina ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817 - 212 trang
...is gone, or only points in vain The shore to which their shiver'd sail shall never stretch again. 3. Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself...chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And tho' the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. 4. Though wit may flash from fluent lips,...

The works of lord Byron, Tập 4

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1820 - 306 trang
...Strand, who has published them, with very beautiful music by Sir John Stevenson. • 1 204 POEMS. a. Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself...of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. 4. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast,...

The works of lord Byron, comprehending the suppressed poems, Tập 5-6

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1822 - 614 trang
...is gone, or only points in vain The shore to which their shiver'd sail shall never stretch again. 3. Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself...of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. 4Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast,...

The Works of Lord Byron: Complete in One Volume

George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 804 trang
...excess : The magnet of their course is gone, or only points in vain The shore to which their shiver'd sail shall never stretch again. Then the mortal coldness...woes, it dare not dream its own; That heavy chill has froxen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears....

Manfred. Hebrew melodies. Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte. Monody on the death of ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1828 - 406 trang
...Byron to Mr. Power, Strand, who has published them, with very beautiful music by Sir John Stevenson. 3. Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself...of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. 4. Though wit may flash from Uncut lips, and mirth distract the breast,...

Jones's Cabinet Edition of British Poets, Tập 2

1831 - 426 trang
...Are driven o'er the shoalsof guilt or ocean of excess; The magnet of their course is gone, or on U point* in vain The shore to which their shivcr'd sail...cannot feel for others' woes, It dare not dream Its own : [tears, That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our And, though the eye may sparkle still,...

The Universal Songster, Or, Museum of Mirth: Forming the Most Complete ...

1834 - 480 trang
...excess; The magnet of their course is gone, or only points in vain, The shore to which their shivered sail shall never stretch again. Then the mortal coldness...of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through...

The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Tập 10

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1835 - 348 trang
...excess: The magnet of their course is gone, or only points in vain The shore to which their shiver'd sail shall never stretch again. Then the mortal coldness...of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through...

Miscellanies: Occasional pieces, 1807-1824

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1837 - 308 trang
...'condescending' or' noble author —both 'vile phrases,' as Polonius says."— Lord B. to Mr. Moored. Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself...may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight hours that yield no more their, former hope of rest ; . 'T is but as ivy-leaves...




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