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" Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others... "
The Monthly Review - Pagina 96
1816
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Manfred. Hebrew melodies. Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte. Monody on the death of ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1828
...mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. 4. Though wit may flash from Uncut lips,...
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The Universal Songster, Or, Museum of Mirth: Forming the Most Complete ...

1834
...mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down, It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own : That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips,...
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The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His ..., Volume 10

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1835
...mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips,...
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The Heir Presumptive

lady Catherine Stepney - 1835 - 928 pagina’s
...mortal coldness of the soul like death iturlf 1omr> down — It cannot feel for others' woes — it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tc»r», And, though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appear*. BYsON. A SLIGHT restraint,...
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The harp of the wilderness; or, Flowers of modern fugitive poetry

Harp - 1836
...mortal coldness of the soul, like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it may not dream its own; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And, though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips,...
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Miscellanies: Occasional pieces, 1807-1824

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1837
...mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 't is where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips,...
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Sir Henry Delmé, by a bushman

sir Henry Delmé (fict.name.) - 1841
...mortal coldness of the soul, like death itself comes down; It cannot feel for others woes—it dares not dream its own. That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of OUT tears; And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears." On such a character as...
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The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 2

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1843
...mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 't is where the ice appears. [breast. Though wit may flash from fluent...
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Anthologia Oxoniensis, decerpsit G. Linwood

Anthologia Oxoniensis - 1846
...mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. И MHN fisíÇo> Apoyos ßiorш вщтым...
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Anthologia oxoniensis

William Linwood - 1846 - 306 pagina’s
...mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. LXX. H MHN <f>sv, <f>sv Trjs Siavoias...
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