 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
 | 1846 - 436 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 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 - 1068 str.
...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 Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I lislrn'd, but 1 could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild wilh fear; I knew Ч was hopeless, but... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 848 str.
...hope my own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost In this last loss, of all the most ; And thru To me an 1 lees : I listi'ii'.i, but I could not li'-.чг— I call'd, for I was wild with fear; 1 knew... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1847 - 880 str.
...— A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For I was sunk In silence — lost 't was hopeless, but my dread Would not be thus admonished ; I call'd, and thought I heard a sound... | |
 | 1856 - 978 str.
...master grew daily w«l and yet — " Not a word of murmur, not A groan o'er his untimely lot ; But the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less ;" and soon the sad angel of death was with him. I know not how it was, but the very day he died, I... | |
 | 1847 - 526 str.
...soothing sounds, appease The raging pain, and lessen the disease. FRANCIS' Horace. 16. And then the sigh, he would suppress, Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less. BYRON'S Prisoner of Chilian. 17. A cheek, whose bloom Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as... | |
 | 1847 - 540 str.
...soothing sounds, appease The raging pain, and lessen the disease. FRANCIS' Horace. 16. And then the sigh, he would suppress, Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less, BYRON'S Prisoner of Chilian. 17. A cheek, whose bloom Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1848 - 320 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...he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, I listen'd, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild with fear ; I knew 'twas hopeless, but... | |
 | Victor von Arentsschild - 1851 - 588 str.
...And ihen the Highs he would suppress Of fainting nature'« feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew ICHS and less; I listen'd, but I could not hear — I call'd, for I was wild with fear; I knew Ч watt hopeleHS, bnt my dread \Vnnld not be thus admonished; 1 rall'd and thought I heard a sound... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1126 str.
...lot,— A little talk of better days, A little hope ray own to raise, For I was sunk in silence — lost 'twas тегу wrong î ХСП. 1 And aie you realty...as I'm alive ! You'll give it me ? They say you e bnt my dread Would not be thus admonished ; I call'd, and thought I heard a sound— I burst my chain... | |
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