 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 Works of Lord Byron - Strana 277autor/autoři: George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1823Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Elizabeth Caroline Grey - 1843 - 908 str.
...God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing, In any shape, in any mood. * » # » And the sighs he would suppress, Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn grew less and less. NOTWITHSTANDING all the bold resolves which Emma had made, as she ascended the broad staircase, and... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 str.
...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...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 str.
...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...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... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 692 str.
...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...not hear ! — I call'd, for I was wild with fear; I call'd, and thought I heard a sound — I burst my chain with one strong bound, And rush'd to him !... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 682 str.
...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...and less ! I listen'd, but I could not hear ! — I eall'd, for I was wild with fear ; I eall'd, and thought I heard a sound — I burst my chain with... | |
 | 1846 - 436 str.
...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...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 - 1846 - 848 str.
...transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his thru the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness More slowly drawn, grew less an 1... | |
 | Kenelm Henry Digby - 1846 - 818 str.
...youngest prisoner in that song of Chillón ! — 1 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.' " Such are the death-scenes in the dungeons of the middle age — such is the testimony of history... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 1068 str.
...not a word of murmur— not A groan o'er his untimely lot,— (l) U tke MS." To break or bit*,"— E. A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For 1 was sunk in silence — lost In Ihis last loss, of all the most; And (hen the sighs he would suppress... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1847 - 880 str.
...transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his 3 2X , 't was hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished ; I call'd, and thought I heard a sound... | |
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