 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...  The Critical Review: Or, Annals of Literature - Side 573redigeret af - 1816Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1854 - 320 sider
...not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's...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 - 1854 - 1126 sider
...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 - 1855 - 452 sider
...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...hear, — I called, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 5t was hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished ; I called, and thought I heard a sound,-—... | |
 | 1855 - 458 sider
...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 called, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 't was hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished ; I called, and thought I heard a sound,... | |
 | David Charles Bell - 1856 - 466 sider
...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 wild with fear ; I knew 'twas hopeless, but niy dread would not be thus admonished ; I called, and thought I heard a sound. I burst my chain with... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1856 - 833 sider
...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 - 1857 - 436 sider
...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,...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 - 1857 - 426 sider
...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,...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 - 1858 - 644 sider
...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,...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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 sider
...feebleness, 117 BYRON. 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 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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