 | 1911 - 784 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... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1912 - 508 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,... | |
 | 1915 - 488 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,... | |
 | 1912 - 80 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,... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1912 - 502 pagina’s
...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, 't is where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1913 - 274 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,... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 956 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... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 952 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,... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - 1915 - 852 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,... | |
 | George Benjamin Woods - 1916 - 1604 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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Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others... 
