 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 - Strana 58autor/autoři: George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1820Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 294 str.
...lot,— A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence—lost 200 In this last loss, of all the most; And then the sighs...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 - 1821 - 478 str.
...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 he wouW suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listened,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1822 - 614 str.
...A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost 200 In this last loss, of all the most ; And then the...grew less and less : I listen'd, but I could not hear — ao5 I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 'twas hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1823 - 370 str.
...— 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...and less : I listen'd, but I could not hear — I calTd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 'twas hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1823 - 316 str.
...— 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_l I .listen'd, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild with fear; I knew 'twas hopeless,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1823 - 310 str.
...of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost 200 In this la^t loss, of all the most; And then the sighs he would...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 - 1824 - 234 str.
...eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur—notA groan o'er his untimely lot,— A little talk of better...less and 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;... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Alfred Howard - 1824 - 226 str.
...— 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...and 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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824 - 322 str.
...— A little talk of hetter days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence lost, la this last loss, of all the most; And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feehleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less: I listen'd, hut I could not hear — I call'd! for... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 44 str.
...nature's 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 my dread Would not he thus admonished; 1 called, and thought I heard a sound — I burst my chain with one strong bound,... | |
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