 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 - 1841 - 998 str.
...— A little Ulk of better days, A little hope my own to raise. For I was sunk in silence — lost f; And things more timid that beheld him near In silence gazed, or whisp ОГ fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : listen'd, but I could not... | |
 | Eliza Robbins - 1842 - 352 str.
...lot. 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...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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1842 - 866 str.
...— A little talk of better days, Л 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 would snpprws Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listcn'd, but I... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1843 - 560 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...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 1 heard a sound... | |
 | 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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1843 - 548 str.
...would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I listened, but I could 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 1 heard a sound... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 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...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.
...— 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... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 692 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...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.
...— 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...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... | |
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