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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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The Vista of English Verse

1911 - 654 pagina’s
...mortal coldness of the soul like death itself esdown; fee] for others' woes, it dare not <ke,am \\s That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. IV. Though wit may flash from fluent...
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The Golden Treasury: Selected from the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the ...

Francis Turner Palgrave - 1912 - 466 pagina’s
...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, and mirth distract...hours that yield no more their former hope of rest ; 'T is but as ivy leaves around the ruin'd turret wreathe, 15 All green and wildly fresh without,...
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The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, Volume 1,Pagina's 1-456

1915 - 3742 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. Though wit may flash from fluent lips,...
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Joyful Memories

1912 - 64 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. Though wit may flash from fluent lips,...
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Byron's Childe Harold, Cantos III and IV: The Prisoner of Chillon, and Other ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1913 - 232 pagina’s
...the soul like death itself comes down; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own; 10 That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. IV Though wit may flash from fluent lips,...
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The Leading English Poets from Chaucer to Browning: Ed., with Introduction ...

Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 918 pagina’s
...the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, Ч is where the iee appears. Though urnal n Г is but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn...
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The Leading English Poets from Chaucer to Browning

Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 918 pagina’s
...soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own; 10 heaths of Uam-Var. Ill Yelled on the view the opening pack; Ro though the eye may sparkle still, 't is where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips,...
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English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to Stevenson

Henry Spackman Pancoast - 1915 - 816 pagina’s
...the soul like death itself comes down; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own; ю the lovely head where late it grew) That. v?hile my nostrils d though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. IV Though wit may flash from fluent lips,...
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English Poetry and Prose of the Romantic Movement

George Benjamin Woods - 1916 - 1432 pagina’s
...the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though et, doctor,1 not too near, This grave no cushion is for thee. Or art thou one ; 15 'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but...
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The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1918, Volume 1

1918 - 4009 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. Though wit may flash from fluent lips,...
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